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 anyone

burns, she couldn't bring herself to send

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

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

Frey's heart, fighting

the emotional chasm between them. He wanted more than just her body now. He

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

her

she opened the door, a delightful aroma

on the stove, with an array of bread, jams, cheeses, and fruits like

QUMS

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

told her not