The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Taylor's usually calm and handsome face was now tinged with an unusual blush. He was getting increasingly annoyed but, being a grown man, didn't want to escalate things with Mandy. Eventually, he couldn't take it anymore and pushed Mandy away, but she clung to him like a koala, making flirtatious gestures that felt forced.

Taylor was about to explode when Frey walked over.

Mandy quickly let go and smiled sheepishly at Frey. "Ms. Frey, I'm really sorry."

"Mr. Taylor looks so much like my late ex-boyfriend. I had a few drinks and got a little carried away, so I..." Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Ms. Frey, please don't mock me."

"Mr. Taylor, I'm truly sorry. I'll treat you to dinner another day to make up for this!"

Taylor glared at her coldly, thinking she was delusional. Did he really look like her dead ex-boyfriend?

long. Even dealing with the stains on her clothes or buying a new outfit shouldn't have taken this long. He stood up

and making physical advances. Now she claimed to be

stay any longer. He looked at Frey coldly and said, "Ms. Frey, if there's nothing else, let's go. Mr. Nathaniel is worried about your safety. It's best not to stay out too long." Frey nodded, exchanged a few words with Mandy, and left the store

news about Nathaniel and couldn't

really planning to assassinate Nathaniel

taken down. If he were, he wouldn't be

Frey put on a thin-down jacket. After a heavy rain, a thin layer

simple, routine life, going to the company to handle the design plan for East Saeville and occasionally meeting with Mandy.

a special day,

a box and went to the small temporary studio she had set

pulled out a bracelet from the box and gave it a final

of golden hairpin flowers carved from peach wood and tiny sandalwood