The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Seeing only three pairs of women's slippers, Nathaniel began to feel a pang of doubt. Could he have misunderstood Frey's situation?

As this thought crossed his mind, he felt a wave of panic. He had treated her so poorly that night, perhaps she had harbored thoughts of revenge. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

He chuckled bitterly to himself. Could it be that she had been plotting against him all along?

Frey's voice cut through his thoughts. "Mr. Nathaniel, we don't have any men's slippers here, so you don't need to change into one."

Nathaniel glanced at the small, cute rabbit slippers on the shoe rack and, resigning himself, stepped inside without changing his shoes.

The apartment, decorated warmly by Frey, was charming. Instead of a sofa, there was a plush carpet and adorable pink rabbit cushions. The walls were plain white, and Frey had set up a cozy projection area on the floor.

a row of bookcases filled with Frey's favorite books. He brought one of the chairs into the living room, where Nathaniel sat, looking out of place on

and

video of Frey being beaten and

unbearable. He had never meant for her to

the injury on Frey's forehead, his expression

he asked, his tone

aback. Why was he asking about her problems now? After all, he had pushed

"I'll handle it myself. Thank you for coming despite your busy schedule. It's getting late, you should go home and

the armrest tightened, and he gave a humorless laugh that was more unsettling than if he had