Chapter 166 Mr. Morgan At Her Bedside.
In this world, it was a given that shattered mirrors couldn’t be pieced back together, and spilled water couldn’t be gathered up again.
Freya found herself puzzled as to why Nathaniel had decided to renovate the Gomez family’s manor. She had a vague feeling that it was his way of making amends for something. Could it be that he was trying to make up for her?
A bitter look crossed Freya’s eyes. Could their relationship ever return to what it once was?
She hadn’t slept well for several days, and the constant running around had left her exhausted. She drew the curtains to block out the setting sun and fell asleep on the guest bedroom bed.
Her dreams were plagued by nightmares again. The same bloody image of her father, the unborn. child, and her younger brother obscured in the mist.
“Dad! Brother!!”
In her dream. Freya reached out to grasp the hands of her family, but they slipped through her fingers. She reached out again, desperately trying to hold on
A very real sensation of touch startled her, and she found herself clutching a familiar hand. It was large, with well–defined joints, but it was cold.
This cold sensation jolted Freya awake.
She opened her eyes to find that Nathaniel had returned to Newport Villa at some point and was sitting beside her bed.
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He was leaning over her, so close it seemed like he might pull her into his arms at any moment.
Freya woke up with a start, causing Nathaniel to stand abruptly, a look of confusion on his face.
A faint smell of alcohol lingered on him. The room was dimly lit by a small wall lamp, casting a soft yellow glow.
The light illuminated Nathaniel’s stern face, his expression unreadable. He didn’t pull away the hand that Freya was still clutching.
Freya quickly let go of Nathaniel’s hand.
“Mr. Morgan?” Freya sat up, propping herself up on her elbows.
Nathaniel reached out to wipe away the tears on Freya’s cheeks, but she instinctively pulled away. uncomfortable with the physical contact.
Nathaniel’s hand hovered awkwardly in the air before slowly retracting. He reached for his cigarette case but didn’t take one out.
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Freya was taken aback. This was the first time Nathanjel had spoken to her gently since their falling out three years ago.
She was accustomed to Nathaniel’s irritable, gloomy, and ruthless demeanor. His sudden gentleness left her feeling disoriented, and she chose to ignore his question.
How could she answer? All her nightmares were his doing.
The room fell silent, the atmosphere heavy.
Nathaniel didn’t t for her to respond. He continued to sit on the small fabric sofa, staring at the hand Freya had just been holding, as if he was still feeling the warmth of her touch.
Freya felt trapped, sitting on the bed across from Nathaniel. She shifted, intending to get out of bed, but Nathaniel stood and pinned her to the bed.
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