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.

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

couldn't

days will you stay?" Frey managed to

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

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

wanted more than just her body now. He craved her heart, even if it was scarred. The next morning marked the start of

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

of Nathaniel, however, she maintained her composure, making sure

she opened the door,

with an array of bread, jams, cheeses, and fruits like strawberries

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an omelet in front of Frey, then took off his apron and sat across from

Mandy and told her not to fire you. If she does, her company