The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret novel Chapter 392

Just as he was about to walk over, Nathaniel heard footsteps in the distance. It was Peyton emerging from Freya’s room, with a face of heavy concern.

Instinctively, Nathaniel hid on a balcony nearby. He was in a terrible mood and didn’t want to meet anyone.

He sat down on a chair on the balcony, looking at the rolling mountains and the view outside the window, yet feeling a heavy burden in his heart.

Eventually, Nathaniel stood up and discarded the cigarette he nearly crushed into powder.

Freya’s health was so poor that she couldn’t be exposed to secondhand smoke.

Even his only outlet for relief was blocked. Feeling somewhat frustrated, he headed towards Freya’s bedroom.

They had a larger bedroom in the castle that had just been set up as their bridal suite for the wedding night. But for the time being, they stayed in separate rooms. Despite the arrangement, Nathaniel often snuck into Freya’s room.

This path to boundless happiness was now well-trodden for him.

He stopped outside Freya’s room. He raised his hand, placing his palm on the cold door. feeling an even stronger chill inside.

Nathaniel took a deep breath, turned the doorknob, and walked inside.

Only the wall lamp was left on in the room, with the ceiling light turned off to facilitate sleep. The curtains were drawn to a single sheer later, with the heavier velvet curtains left open, allowing the hazy moon light to filter through.

The dim moonlight cast a soft glow on Freya lying in bed. She was not asleep. She couldn’t sleep. She had just been talking with Peyton, who had advised her to rest early.

Upon hearing those familiar footsteps outside the door, Freya quickly turned to the door.

At her sight, Freya’s body tensed up, knowing that she had truly deceived him this time.

Others might not have seen through her act on the cliff, but Nathaniel surely did.