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.

Mr. Nathaniel could have anyone

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

managed to ask, her voice

and walked to Frey, leaning in to speak softly, "I'll shower first. This issue

fighting the urge to pull her into his arms

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 a new system, so she wasn't

of Nathaniel, however, she maintained her

door, a

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 milk was

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everything himself. He placed an omelet in front of Frey, then took off

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