The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Frey, 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.

With 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~ᴇaʀᴄh the (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels 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.

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

acknowledge that betraying Mr. Nathaniel, a renowned figure in Saeville, was a grievous error. He sat there, waiting for her to

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

she saw Frey. She quickly smiled and said, "Ms.

breakfast yet either. Why don't we

villa last night, she had been terrified. Despite Mr. Nathaniel's harsh

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.

"I'm not eating, Ms.

fell, and she nearly

you for taking care of me these past

sound of her flat shoes echoed softly on the floor as she passed the sofa where Nathaniel was