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.

know I made a huge mistake, but considering I saved you from the fire, can't you let

a forlorn bear, Frey felt a pang of guilt. She knew

scar on the back of his neck, Frey sighed and stepped

he walked in with the

glanced at the bowl of noodles on the table but didn't touch it,

irritated, said, "I'll cook another bowl. You can eat the one on the table. I

up as he sat down and began eating. The noodles tasted unexpectedly better than

Frey

noodles. She noticed that Nathaniel had eaten half of the cold dishes on the plate but had left the

down and ate quietly, her thoughts occupied

his grave mistake from three years ago, Nathaniel had been excessively cautious around

soup. The corridor was freezing in the cold spring air, and he had been anxiously waiting for Frey to return, even avoiding the bathroom to

the hot noodles,

of noodle soup and noticed a foam box next to the refrigerator containing the ingredients he had