The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

"Are you trying to play games with me?" Nathaniel's face darkened as he looked at Frey.

"I've been serious from the beginning, Frey. I didn't kill Jacob, though I'd like to. I wouldn't mind taking down his father too!" Frey's face showed surprise at his revelation.

Nathaniel sneered, "So, in your eyes, am I just someone who deserves punishment?"

"My mindset has changed. I used to hate you just as much as you hated me. I don't want us to continue hurting each other."

"Falling in love with you is fate, Frey. You must feel something for me too, right?"

Frey's gaze remained cold, and she stayed silent.

Seeing her expression, Nathaniel felt a pang of unease. Was it so hard for her to overcome her reservations?

He took a deep breath and continued, "Frey, I just want to save you. Even with my injuries, you'll need to look after me for a few days." Frey pressed her lips together.

need someone to serve him? Surely, Mr. Nathaniel could have anyone attend to him with a snap of

she couldn't bring herself to send

many days will you stay?" Frey managed to ask, her voice tinged

when he did, it had a certain charm. He stood up and walked to Frey, leaning

in and gently kissed Frey's heart, fighting the urge to

to be patient and persistent, despite the emotional chasm between them. He wanted more than just her body now. He craved her

woke up past nine o'clock, making her late for work. Thankfully, her company had started a new system, so

front of Nathaniel, however, she maintained her composure,

door, a delightful aroma

find Nathaniel preparing breakfast. He had eggs frying on the stove, with an array of bread, jams, cheeses, and fruits

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omelet in front of Frey, then took off his

You're already late. I called Mandy and told her not to fire you. If