Exhausted, they both collapsed onto the sofa, their fatigue evident.
Nathaniel sat down briefly before getting up again. He retrieved a blanket he had asked Koen to buy and carefully draped it over Frey. He then made a pot of lemon tea with honey, one of Frey's favorites, and brought it to her.
When they were together, Nathaniel had noticed Frey's preference for lemon tea with honey.
Frey cradled the warm cup of tea and glanced at Nathaniel, aware that there was something he needed to address.
"Mr. Nathaniel, let’s go back to the way things were," she began.
"I didn’t mean to avoid you. If there was any misunderstanding, there's no need to go through the trouble of searching for me in Brusville."
"Peyton and I are planning to rest for a while. We’ve been incredibly busy lately. I’m busy, and Peyton is even busier."
"Since our breakup, it’s best if we avoid entangling ourselves further..."
"But you’re sick," Nathaniel interjected, sensing what Frey was about to say. He couldn’t let her go as keeping her close was the only way he could feel secure.
He only regretted his decision to kick her out of Ocean Villa because of Jacob's incident.
His words, "You’re sick," stunned Frey.
Nathaniel continued, "You have depression. You might not have realized it before, but it’s not a terminal illness."
Frey looked at him with eyes of uncertainty as Nathaniel showed her the electronic version of the initial diagnosis report from Ozzy.
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