The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Chapter 408 The Mistress of the House "Luna, I appreciate your concern earlier, but I need to remind you that Freya is now my wife. From now on, refer to her as Mrs. Morgan. The title 'Ms. Freya' is in the past."

Luna's face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and confusion, and she nodded, apologizing to Freya, "Sorry... Mrs. Morgan, it was my mistake."

Freya offered a gentle smile and replied, "It's okay. We're all family now, so there's no need for formality. In the future, when you visit, just let me know in advance, and I'll have Ms. Lovett prepare some delicious food for you."

Freya spoke with the authority of a hostess, and Koen and the others around them listened attentively, lowering their heads to continue eating.

Hudson began to regret bringing Luna back; maybe it wasn't the best decision.

Ms. Lovett also carefully hid the gift, not daring to show it in front of Freya. She knew who truly ran the household and understood that she needed to be more discreet.

Seeing Luna after so many years had gotten everyone a bit carried away, which likely displeased Mr. Nathaniel and Mrs. Morgan.

The meal felt awkward. Seeing Nathaniel getting up to go to the company, Freya hurriedly said, "Aren't you going to see a doctor? Allergies can be very serious."

"It's fine. I'll head to the company first. I'll have the driver take you," Nathaniel replied.

Freya wanted to persuade him further, but Nathaniel was already leaving with his people.

the living room, she turned

Nathaniel had just asked her to

doing this

Luna was positioned as Nathaniel's close friend, and if Freya complained, she would only be

troublemaker, appearing as a

Luna, you're overthinking it. It's just a title;

was momentarily stunned, looking at Freya

ago, when this woman had been engaged to Nathaniel, she

and Freya's relationship had been superficial and everyone knew that the Gomez

naive and sweet girl. How could she have the sharpness

had changed a lot

She then walked slowly toward Freya, leaned in close to her ear, and coldly whispered, "Freya, do you think just

Morgan? It's

Nathaniel. She knew

Luna turned and walked out of the living

disappearing figure, her chin slightly