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.

him? Surely, Mr. Nathaniel could have

couldn't bring herself to

Frey managed to ask, her voice

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

in and gently kissed Frey's heart, fighting the urge to pull her

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

past nine o'clock, making her late for work. Thankfully, her company had started a new system, so she wasn't

her

door, a delightful aroma

breakfast. He had eggs frying on the stove, with an array of bread, jams, cheeses, and

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an omelet in front of Frey, then

I'll clean up after. You're already late. I called Mandy and told her