The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Nathaniel, visibly frustrated, took a deep breath and said, "I forgot to grab my room key, and now I'm locked out." Frey paused, peering past him to see that his door was indeed closed. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"I rushed over when I heard you were back, but the door locked behind me," Nathaniel explained.

"Isn't it a combination lock?" Frey asked, incredulous that he could make such a basic mistake.

Nathaniel sighed, "I just moved in and didn't have time to change the lock to a combination or fingerprint one."

To prove his point, he gestured towards his door, showing it had a different lock than hers.

Seeing Nathaniel in his casual home attire, Frey asked, "Don't your brothers live nearby?"

Nathaniel shrugged, "No, I've told them to stay away. If you don't believe me, call them."

Skeptical, Frey dialed Koen's number. After a long delay, Koen answered, the sound of loud electronic music in the background revealing he was at a bar.

Nathaniel, who said, "Frey, I know I made a huge mistake, but considering I saved you from the fire, can't you let me stay inside tonight instead of freezing in the

there, looking like a forlorn bear, Frey felt a pang of guilt. She

the scar on the back of his

as he walked in with

of noodles on the table but didn't touch it, unsure

another bowl. You can eat the one

eating. The noodles tasted unexpectedly better than the gourmet meals he was

Frey

noticed that Nathaniel had eaten half of the cold dishes on

sat down and ate quietly, her thoughts occupied with the past and the

realizing his grave mistake from three years ago, Nathaniel had been excessively cautious around Frey, careful in every

some more soup. The corridor was freezing in the cold spring air, and he

hot noodles,

fetch another bowl of noodle soup and noticed a foam