The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

He was calling Freya's phone all the time, and it's believed that Freya's missed calls have accumulated to an absurd amount. He put on the communication software to make a video call and a voice call to her, but she did not answer.

When the battery on Nathaniel's phone ran low, he left a voicemail that said, "Freya, let's talk about the case three years ago." "Freya, please respond to me."

"Freya, I know you hate me. I will teach you how to hate me in a way that will make me sadder. Please answer my call."

Xavier called as Nathaniel pathetically set the phone down on the seat.

"Nathaniel, please send Ms. Freya a link. All you have to do is send the link, and then keep calling her."

After following Xavier's instructions, Nathaniel heard Xavier's delighted voice in less than eight minutes.

"Trail 57 on Vanara Road; that's the direction near the lighthouse."

Nathaniel's automobile hummed as he sped away, and the people behind him let out a scream.

"Are you hurrying to die? You drive so fast!"

"Do you want to die?"

"He has an issue. Bah!"

drove the vehicle to

but the door was securely shut from the

cold. In the center was a table. The desktop was severely

Nathaniel picked up the phone gently, and, once again, the woman played

hard and shut off the phone number he had previously contacted, only to discover that there was a folder on Freya's phone. She wrote a specific note to Mr. Nathaniel

the screen early because he had no idea what the heck this lady

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expensive houses.

her picture frame, and

this camera was completely useless, so he did not bother

had half of its

carved handrail at the corner

on

create the design on

Nathaniel inadvertently ingrained all of Freya's characteristics into his heart over the brief years he shared with