The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret novel Chapter 518

Nathaniel’s words made Grace’s face turn pale, and her entire body froze in place.

Soon, Koen drove Nathaniel into the darkness, leaving Grace standing there in a daze.

The surrounding people threw scornful looks her way.

She truly believed that just because Mr. Morgan had spoken to her more at the banquet, she had earned a place in his heart. It was clear she had overestimated her own relevance.

Nathaniel returned to the Vanara villa, where Ms. Lovett had prepared a late-night snack.

The atmosphere at the Vanara villa had been off lately.

The servants were particularly cautious, silently lamenting how things had changed so drastically after the couple’s trip abroad.

What had happened between the Madam and Mr. Morgan?

She hadn’t returned to the villa or even called. Ms. Lovett.

Sometimes Ms. Lovett wanted to ask Mr. Morgan about the Madame, but she hesitated to do so, given his facial expression.

Nathaniel entered his bedroom, irritably tossing his suit jacket onto the floor.

Koen stood at the bedroom door, watching as his boss threw things around the room in frustration.

The scene between Nathaniel and Grace at the banquet had been broadcasted on public television.

Even if the Madam didn’t see it in person, her friends would have called to inform her. Despite the time that had passed, the Madam had not called to question him, which indicated she no longer cared about him.

He clutched his chest, suddenly feeling a sharp pain in his stomach, dizziness, and nausea. He groaned and slowly bent over.

Freya’s importance was so high that, in their brief time together, she had taken his entire life away.

Outside the door, Koen noticed Nathaniel’s pale face and hurried in. He took out the medication from Nathaniel’s bedside table and brought a glass of water to him.

Nathaniel tilted his head back to relieve himself. After the recent surgery and his experiences in Pontenero, his heart was struggling to cope.

The doctor had mentioned that in the worst case, he might need a heart transplant, and whether it would be successful was left to fate.

Nathaniel lifted the glass, staring blankly out at the night through the balcony.

The scent of black tulips from the garden, Freya’s favorite, wafted in, but now he could only silently appreciate it in solitude.