The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Frey locked her car, grabbed her bag, and headed toward the elevator. Just a few steps in, she heard faint footsteps behind her.

Her heart leaped into her throat. Calmly, she pulled out a bottle of pepper spray from her bag.

She hadn't carried this before, but recent events had made her more cautious and prepared.

Peyton had gifted her a whole box of these sprays. Frey was both amused and grateful for this thoughtful gesture.

Tightening her grip on the spray, Frey reached the corner and instead of continuing forward, she hid behind the cement pillar.

The footsteps grew louder. She waited until they were close, then sprang out and sprayed in the direction of the sound without looking.

The man yelped and covered his eyes. Frey was taken aback when she realized who it was.

"Nathaniel?"

he initially considered visiting

the underground parking lot, he felt a mix of discomfort and regret. He had driven Frey away, and now he was uncomfortable asking her to

determined to make amends. He had risked his life to save her and

waited, he felt unusually humbled by the situation. He had never been so humble before a woman. After scrolling through his phone and playing a game to pass the time, he finally saw Frey's car and

sprayed him. His eyes burned intensely, and he could barely keep them open. Frey was startled and

bit better

taken aback. Was Nathaniel acting like this in front of

her lingering resentment, she helped him into the elevator and

set him down

&

room,

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Though she harbored resentment towards him, she couldn't ignore