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.

serve him? Surely, Mr. Nathaniel could have

she couldn't bring

Frey managed

He rarely 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 issue gives me a headache. I don't want to talk about

gently kissed Frey's heart, fighting the urge to pull her into his

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 next morning marked the start

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

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

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

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an omelet in front of Frey, then took

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