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.

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

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

him, she would have acted long before now, rather than waiting until

quickly smiled

breakfast yet

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

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

said quietly, "I'm

face fell, and she

bowed apologetically. "Thank you for taking care of

shoes echoed softly on the floor as she passed the sofa where Nathaniel was sitting