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?"

Frey. After being discharged from the hospital today, he initially considered visiting her at Andala Corp but

three hours in 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 return. Adding to his anxiety was Jacob's death, which further strained

his life to save her and hoped he might

he felt unusually humbled by the situation. He had never been so humble before a woman. After scrolling through

burned intensely, and he could barely keep them open. Frey was startled and quickly went to his aid. "Are you

tone, Nathaniel felt a bit better but winced in pain. "It's bad. It

acting like

lingering resentment, she helped him into the elevator and

she set him down

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room, and got some water from the fridge to rinse

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of him, Frey carefully cleaned his eyes and applied eye drops. Though she harbored resentment towards him,