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

seeing his burns, she couldn't bring herself to send

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

a certain charm. He stood up and walked to Frey, leaning in to speak softly, "I'll shower first. This issue gives me a headache. I don't want to talk about it

fighting

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

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

of Nathaniel, however, she maintained her composure, making sure not to

opened the door, a delightful aroma greeted

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

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clearly ordered, but Nathaniel had arranged everything himself. He placed an omelet

after. You're already late. I called Mandy and told her not to fire you. If she does, her company won't