The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret novel Chapter 134

Chapter 134 The Art Of Pretense 

Elmtohet  Nathaniel’s mood was a clear indication that Freya was in for a rough time once they reached the villa. 

No sooner had he expressed his displeasure than his phone rang. 

Despite a slight furrow of his brows at the sight of the caller ID, he answered the call. 

Abigail’s frail voice echoed from the other end. 

This tactic had always worked on Nathaniel 

side and shield her from harm. 

were his kryptonite, compelling him to rush to her 

However, this time, her voice seemed to irk him for some reason. 

“Nathan. I’m unwell. I feel terrible. My father is out of the country. Could you please come over? I’m scared. Abigail pleaded 

Freya, sharing the same vehicle with Nathaniel, had no choice but to listen to Abigail’s whimpering 

She had recently come to the realization that women who played the damsel in distress often led more fulfilling lives. 

Abigail had managed to secure Nathaniel’s protection time and again, not only because she had once saved him but also because she had mastered the art of feigning vulnerability. Her voice, fragile and pleading, evoked a protective instinct in people. 

Freya subtly turned her head away, not wanting Nathaniel to think she was eavesdropping. 

Nathaniel’s annoyance was evident in his furrowed brow and cold response. “What’s the matter with you? I’ll send Ozzy to check on you. I have an urgent meeting. I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said curtly before hanging up. 

Freya watched him in disbelief, taken aback by his stern expression. She wanted to say something but found herself at a loss for words. 

Three years ago, she had moved in with Nathaniel after they had publicly acknowledged their relationship, both in Saeville and abroad. 

Abigail had a habit of calling Nathaniel at odd hours, citing various reasons like illness, fear of darkness and thunder, or menstrual discomfort. She often did this when Freya and Nathaniel were having a private 

moment 

Nathaniel would always leave Freya and rush to Abigail’s aid with Ozzy. After Abigail’s health deteriorated due to a gunshot wound she received while trying to save Nathaniel, he felt morally obligated to take care of her. He felt indebted to her and believed it was his duty to repay her. 

After ending the call with Abigail, Nathaniel’s mood darkened further. He tossed his phone aside, his face a mask of gloom. 

Soon after, Koen drove them to Newport Villa. 

Balance 

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1. Coins = 

1 Pearls 

CHRB 134 The Art of Pretense 

just prepared dimer. You’re just in time. 

“Ms. Lovett, we need to discuss something priva Nathaniel instructed, his voice cold and slightl 

Freya felt a chill run down her spine. 

Finished 

tease ensure no one disturbs us on the second floor,” 

unting at suppressed emotions. 

She suspected that Alexander’s faux intimacy with her had upset Nathaniel. 

Gathering her courage, she followed him upstairs, As they approached the master bedroom, she hesitated 

at the door