NovelEnglishFrey, dressed in a long beige windbreaker, bent down to pack her belongings in Ocean Villa.
Suddenly, it struck her that everything in the villa had been bought for her by Nathaniel; she hadn't brought a single item herself. Feeling a pang of futility, Frey grabbed her bag and used a USB flash drive to copy the design drawings from the computer in the study.
Once she had finished, she reset the computer, erasing all traces of herself from the room.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWith her bag slung over her shoulder, she started down the stairs. When she saw Nathaniel sitting on the sofa in the living room, her steps faltered. S~Earch the (F)indwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.
Frey had thought Nathaniel had left, but he was still here.
She wasn't sure how long Nathaniel had been sitting there. His eyes were closed, and he looked utterly exhausted. He sat motionless, like a statue.
Ms. Lovett and Higgins stood nearby, looking on with caution. Koen and Taylor were also present, the latter sporting medical gauze on Taylor's forehead from the previous night's incident with Jacob's bottle. Everyone turned to look at Frey as she descended the stairs, except for Nathaniel, who remained still.
It felt as though he was waiting for her to beg for mercy and admit her mistake. Waiting for her to acknowledge that betraying Mr. Nathaniel, a renowned figure in Saeville, was a grievous error. He sat there, waiting for her to apologize, as if he might forgive her if she did. If he truly hated her, he wouldn't have waited for hours until they both sobered up.
Nathaniel had even concocted a reason for Frey's betrayal. He reasoned that if she had intended to kill him, she would have acted long before now, rather than waiting until the present. If she hadn't worked together with his friend, he would have continued to care for her.
Ms. Lovett's eyes lit up when she saw Frey. She quickly smiled and said, "Ms. Frey, I've made porridge and salad, your favorite." "Mr. Nathaniel hasn't had breakfast yet either. Why don't we eat together?" Ms. Lovett's voice trembled slightly. When Mr. Nathaniel had dragged Frey into the villa last night, she had been terrified. Despite Mr. Nathaniel's harsh demeanor, Ms. Lovett had never seen him look so devastated.
In the morning, Mr. Nathaniel had descended the stairs with such dejection that Ms. Lovett feared he might collapse from grief at any moment. Only Frey could bring Mr. Nathaniel back from this abyss. Frey steadied herself, her voice hoarse. Everyone watched her eagerly, hoping she would relent and ease the situation, even if she were to tell Nathaniel to eat together.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe said quietly, "I'm not eating, Ms. Lovett." Ms. Lovett's face fell, and she nearly cried.
Frey bowed apologetically. "Thank you for taking care ofthese past few days." With that, she took her bag and walked towards the villa's door. The sound of her flat shoes echoed softly on the floor as she passed the sofa where Nathaniel was sitting and left Ocean Villa.
As she stepped outside, the sound of things being smashed behind her shed behind ther reached her ears. It was desperate and loud. Calmly, Frey walked away from the villa.
Despite the pleas for her to give in, she couldn't bring herself to do so! She was exhausted, and the only E thing left for her was to leave.
There were no subway stations or bus stops nearby as it was an area m with high-end villas. She turned on her Walking navigation and followed the road beside the green belt toward the nearest subway station.
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