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.

could have anyone attend to him

seeing his burns, she couldn't bring herself to

managed to

smiled, but when he did, it had a certain charm. He stood up and walked to Frey, leaning in to speak softly, "I'll shower first. This

gently kissed Frey's heart, fighting the

knew he had to be patient and persistent, despite the emotional chasm between them. He wanted more than just her body now. He craved her heart, even if it was scarred. The

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

she maintained her composure, making

door, a delightful aroma

the kitchen to find Nathaniel preparing breakfast. He had eggs frying on the stove, with an array of bread, jams, cheeses, and fruits like strawberries and grapes neatly arranged. Even the

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had arranged everything himself. He placed an omelet in front of

up after. You're already late. I called Mandy and told her not to