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.

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

his burns, she couldn't bring herself

you stay?" Frey managed to

leaning in to speak softly, "I'll shower first. This issue gives

heart, fighting the

the emotional chasm between them. He wanted more than just her body now. He craved her heart, even if it was scarred. The next

o'clock, making her late for work. Thankfully, her company had started

however, she maintained her composure, making sure not to reveal any

she opened the door, a delightful

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everything himself. He placed an omelet in front

Mandy and told her not to fire you. If she