Chapter 98 Freya’s Scars
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“In this world, no one understands Nathaniel better than I do. I’ve shared a bed with him for years. I’m familiar with his weaknesses, his temper, and his habits. I need assistance in dealing with Nathaniel. Please help me get to Porejimo. I’ll be back in a year. You’ll see my worth then.”
Freya’s body quivered slightly. These were the exact words she had confided in Alexander, and he had relayed them verbatim to Nathaniel, using them as leverage to gain advantages.
Nathaniel’s fingers tightened subtly, and a searing pain shot through Freya’s jaw.
Nathaniel suddenly burst into laughter. “Freya, do you think you know me? I suspect you still don’t know me as well as you think.”
Freya slowly closed her eyes as Nathaniel leaned in and sneered, “Freya, consider how you might please
me.”
Freya shivered violently and began to undress. She had already bared herself once before Alexander to demonstrate her worth.
However, this time, it felt like her heart was being torn apart.
Her arms felt so heavy that she could barely lift them. Nathaniel lounged on the sofa bed, a cigarette in hand. He wanted to smoke, but it was prohibited on the helicopter. He could only hold it.
He watched Freya, standing before him, with an icy gaze. Her fingers trembled as she struggled to remove her denim jacket, revealing a slip dress underneath.
Despite its simplicity, the dress accentuated her figure, stirring desire within Nathaniel.
Freya couldn’t bring herself to undress further. She didn’t want to expose the wounds littering her body to Nathaniel. She just couldn’t.
The laptop was still connected. Peyton was gagged and bound. Several doctors were preparing to remove the feeding tube from Linda’s nose, and Jacob lay unconscious on the hospital bed.
Suddenly, Freya moved forward. Instead of continuing to undress, she seated herself on Nathaniel’s lap.
Nathaniel’s legs were long and muscular, making Freya appear even more petite as she sat on them. She clung tightly to Nathaniel’s sturdy neck.
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Nathaniel’s expression shifted slightly. He didn’t support her, but his clenched fists betrayed his turbulent
emotions.
Freya had conspired with Alexander against him. She was the only one who dared to cross him like this. Anyone else would have been dead by now.
At this moment, as Freya clung to his neck, his heart pounded wildly. The desire he had suppressed for three years threatened to consume his last shred of rationality.
He had intended to humiliate her, to shatter her pride and innocence. But his feelings were evolving. What he had thought of as humiliation was becoming his own torment.
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Chapter 98 Freya’s Scars
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