Annabelle had no idea Natalie would be so perceptive. Indeed, wealthy men never fell for dumb, naïve girls. That only happened in novels.
"Calling the police would be more helpful," Natalie reminded once more.
Annabelle inhaled deeply and said, "Whether you believe it or not, I am immersed in regret right now."
She'd messed with someone she shouldn't have and made a horrible mistake. If she hadn't schemed against him, she might've had a successful career in the Hughes Group. Mason wouldn't have sought her out either.
"Regret does not reverse what has happened," Natalie stated emotionlessly. She got out of bed with her phone in hand.
Suddenly, she felt like she couldn't breathe. As she drew the curtains and was about to open the windows, she saw Jeremy. He'd come home.
Annabelle probably realized that she wouldn't achieve her goals no matter what she said. Thus, she hung up.
Natalie hadn't turned on the lights upon getting out of bed.
When Jeremy looked up at her dark room, Natalie took a step back out of reflex.
The curtains were partially drawn. Perhaps Jeremy had seen her already.
Due to the darkness, she couldn't discern Jeremy's expression.
Not before long, she heard Jeremy coming upstairs.
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