Favo Novel
Chapter 171
Chapter 171
Chapter 171 Nathaniel’s Toast–making Endeavor
Only then did Freya allow herself to relax. Initially, she fought against the pull of sleep, but eventually, she succumbed to its embrace, her eyes slowly closing
Nathaniel, however, remained wide awake, his gaze lingering on Freya’s beautiful face, softly illuminated by the dim light of the lamp.
A pang of guilt surged within him. He had resorted to such underhanded tactics to conceal his true. intentions.
He spotted her phone on the bed, but instead of taking it, he placed it on the nightstand. After taking a cold shower and changing into pajamas, he returned to bed, cradling Freya in his arms as he drifted off to sleep.
A few years ago, while plotting his revenge against Killian, she had been his target.
He had pursued her relentlessly, yet she had always managed to elude him. Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.
Now, his prey had evolved, becoming smarter and more cunning. And he, the predator, had softened To the point where he could no longer inflict harm.
The situation had escalated to this point. If he were to confiscate her phone again, it would seem unjustifiable. How then, could he mend their strained relationship?
The next morning, sunlight filtered through the soft silk curtains.
Freya awoke abruptly, the comforting embrace from the night before now absent. Nathaniel had already risen.
He must have a busy day ahead.
Upon waking. Freya noticed her phone on the nightstand. Her eyes flickered as she clutched it tightly, opening the self–destruct–after–reading messaging application. She quickly sent a message to Sawyer.
“Nathaniel’s onto us. Don’t contact me anymore, and delete this app. I’m going to delete this number.
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Freya sent another text.
“I’ll update you if there’s any progress.”
She watched as the message was sent, and received an immediate response.
“Okay
She had a hunch that Sawyer had stayed up all night, anxiously awaiting news from her.
She felt a twinge of annoyance, as all the trouble that had occurred was due to Sawyer.
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Ms. Lovett greeted Freya with a knowing smile.
Nathaniel had spent the night in Freya’s room, rising early before she did. He had even gone to the extent of making toast for her himself.
Although it didn’t taste as good as the ones she made the toast was a special gesture from Nathaniel. made especially for her.
Freya sat at the table, eyeing the pale–colored toast before her. Ms. Lovett had meticulously cut it into slices, and prepared an assortment of jams and a glass of warm milk. A variety of colorful dried fruits and a fresh fruit platter were also present.
“Mr. Morgan personally made the toast for you today, Ms. Gomez.”
Freya paused, her hand hovering over the bread. Surprise flickered in her eyes.
No wonder the toast looked a bit off today. She had assumed that Ms. Lovett had tried a new method for breakfast, but it turned out that Nathaniel was the one who had made it
Upon reflection, she found the bread she was chewing somewhat bland. She set down the toast, picked up the glass of milk, and headed towards the Western–style kitchen.
The Newport Villa had two kitchens when it was first renovated. One was Western–styled, and the other Chinese–styled.
Both kitchens were adjacent to the dining area in the basement. Ms. Lovett offered to help: “Let me assist you. Ms. Gomez!”
“It’s okay. I can manage. My stomach doesn’t feel too well today, I just want to heat up the milk.”
Ms. Lovett halted in her tracks. She knew that Freya had a fondness for hot milk since she was young. despite the fact that consuming food that was too hot could potentially harm the digestive tract.
She always took extra care when preparing food for Freya, as Freya didn’t like her food too hot either.
By then. Freya had already entered the Western–style kitchen, standing in front of a microwave.
She opened the microwave, turned around and smiled at Ms. Lovett, who was behind her: “Ms. Lovett, I noticed that the tangerines in the orchard are ripe now. I’d like to have some.”
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