The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

"You've read the news articles as well. This time, he requested that I take responsibility for his burns while saving me."

"I'll take care of him for a few days. After his wound heals, I will..."

In her subsequent remarks, Freya expressed astonishment at her words, finding them hard to believe.

She had no idea how long Nathaniel would stay in her home.

Freya arrived too late, so she started working right away after speaking with Mandy.

Everyone in the design department was young and hardworking, and she couldn't bring anyone down.

She considered staying an extra thirty minutes after work to accomplish the task at hand.

But the quiet sounds around her unexpectedly halted. The office was abruptly silent, as if someone had hit the pause button.

Even the workaholic Freya saw that something was off. She quickly looked up and noticed a towering figure visible through the office's glass windows and doors. He passed in front of her in the public office area and headed for her private office.

This individual had on a black business suit with a tie. He appeared to be a member of the social elite at first glance.

He was carrying an adorable, three-layer-packed lunch box at this point.

It was with such severe disobedience that Nathaniel entered Freya's presence, and at that moment, both Freya and the glass door opened.

Mandy's design includes glass walls to boost the office's illumination. After all, this is an old-fashioned town with poor illumination.

Nathaniel had already entered Freya's office by this point. The people outside were whispering softly as he had just smoothly closed the door, but as Mandy arrived, the atmosphere became a little calmer. Mandy turned over, thinking something had happened. The coffee cup she was holding crashed to the ground, leaving her dumbfounded.

She was composed, but she was afraid to approach Mr. Nathaniel. She thought that the two of them were currently in harmony and that anyone entering would be unpleasant.

Mandy even believed she would most likely be killed if she entered alone.

"What brings you here?" Freya gave Nathaniel a look.

She intended to find a restaurant to dine at after finishing her work for a while. She planned to come back in the evening to work longer hours and complete her assignment.

She had considered applying for overtime over the past three days. She was reluctant to confront Nathaniel again.

He unexpectedly located her company on his own. With a composed look, Nathaniel placed the lunch box in front of Freya and arranged it.

"This mushroom soup, created by Red Stiletto Restaurant's star chef, is incredibly tasty. Everything is packed for you. You don't have to go out to eat it."

It was troubling Freya, but she remained silent.

When Freya lifted the lid, the soup was perfectly prepared. Rising, she pulled out a second lunchbox and gave Nathaniel half of it.

Silently, the two of them were sipping their soup.

The ambiance has a hint of sweetness mixed with a sense of strangeness.

Mandy coughed, startled everyone outside, and told the staff to pack up and head out for supper after getting off work.

Ms. Freya's plan for retaliation appears to have gone awry, and something seemed off, so she felt compelled to phone Sawyer.

Raising his head, Nathaniel observed Freya sitting at the table, sipping soup with her head lowered. His heart was struck with a tranquility he had never known.

Sometimes simple bliss is too uncommon to find, and you only realize its value after it disappears.

Koen called him out of the blue, and Freya over there answered the call almost simultaneously.

"Mr. Nathaniel, the Hill family's attorney has already arrived," Koen muttered.