WantNovelChapter 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 tbeing, 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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNathaniel 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.
Freya attempted to sit up straight, but Nathaniel pressed her shoulder down and then sat beside her.
"Was the doctor here? Are your injuries better?" Nathaniel asked, pulling up a chair to sit by her bed. Freya
glanced at him, "Better. It's just slight wounds."
"Did you take your medicine?" Nathaniel lifted her arm to inspect the wounds. The left-over rope marks were
treated with ointment.
Freya frowned. She expected him to get angry, perhaps even furious enough to strangle her. After all, she
deceived him about their wedding and love. It was a serious matter.
Freya, no longer wanting to play games with Nathaniel, withdrew her arm from his hand and looked him straight
in the eye. "Nathaniel, lied to you. Everything Abigail said was true."
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As soon as she finished speaking, the atmosphere between them grey heavy and tense.
Nathaniel rested his arms on his knees, sitting there facing Freya, looking somewhat lost and confused.
Freya took a deep breath and
continued, "Back then, Taylor took
her life in front of you. As he lay dying, he begged you to spare his sister's life. One life for another. You agreed."
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Nathaniel's heart dropped.
That time, he sent Koen to a private hospital in East Saeville and called Freya. He sensed something was wrong
but couldn't pinpoint what it was.
Now he understood how desperate Freya must have felt, for that he had forgiven Abigail.
Freya turned away from Nathaniel, looking out at the intricately carved Porejimo-style window. The mountain
scenery was hazy but beautiful.
Her heart calmed down a little.
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