The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Nathaniel's jaw tightened as he reached out to check the injury on Frey's forehead. Unexpectedly, Frey quickly raised her hands to shield her head.

The surprised look on Nathaniel's face revealed that this was a reflex for her. Even after enduring such severe beatings, she instinctively protected her head at the slightest hint of danger.

His hand froze in mid-air, unsure whether to pull back or continue. Frey, realizing how exaggerated her reaction seemed, slowly lowered her arms and took a step back, moving closer to the door.

Nathaniel bitterly reflected on his actions. His current relationship with Frey felt like trying to tame a wild cat. He had taken her in by force, cared for her meticulously, and finally gained a bit of trust. Yet, after abandoning her once more, she was now reluctant to come near him again.

Frey was visibly flustered by his unpredictable behavior. The silence between them was heavy and uncomfortable. Just as she was about to retreat through the door, Nathaniel lowered his arm, turned, and left without saying a word.

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comfortable, bringing her water, a glass of warmed milk, and some snacks. "Ms. Frey, I've arranged for the engineering team to renovate an

lounge. As soon as she settled in,

everything okay?" came Sawyer's clear, cold

out, it could cause trouble. "Fortunately," Frey replied, though she remained cautious. Sawyer was an enigmatic figure. He was an illegitimate son of the Llyod family with a controversial reputation. Sawyer had managed to secure substantial

once a gentle surgeon, then a ruthless underground fighter, and now a striking youngest son of the Llyod family, forcibly taken under