The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Chapter 269 He Couldn’t Let Go

Seeing only three pairs of women's slippers, Nathaniel began to feel a pang of doubt. Could he have misunderstood Frey's situation?

As this thought crossed his mind, he felt a wave of panic. He had treated her so poorly that night, perhaps she had harbored thoughts of revenge. He chuckled bitterly to himself. Could it be that she had been plotting against him all along?

Frey's voice cut through his thoughts. "Mr. Nathaniel, we don't have any men's slippers here, so you don't need to change into one." Nathaniel glanced at the small, cute rabbit slippers on the shoe rack and, resigning himself, stepped inside without changing his shoes.

The apartment, decorated warmly by Frey, was charming. Instead of a sofa, there was a plush carpet and adorable pink rabbit cushions. The walls were plain white, and Frey had set up a cozy projection area on the floor.

On the balcony were two fabric armchairs and a row of bookcases filled with Frey's favorite books. He brought one of the chairs into the living room, where Nathaniel sat, looking out of place on the cute giraffe-print chair.

Frey went to the kitchen, poured a glass of water, and handed it to Nathaniel before standing awkwardly in front of him.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Nathaniel had seen the video of Frey being beaten and felt an intense, uncontrollable anger.

Despite their breakup and mutual disdain, seeing her hurt was unbearable. He had never meant for her to suffer any harm, even though he had caused her pain in other ways.

Now, as he observed the injury on Frey's forehead, his expression was grim and serious.

"What happened with the Rivera family?" he asked, his tone heavy with concern.

Frey was taken aback. Why was he asking about her problems now? After all, he had pushed her away and told her to never return.

"Mr. Nathaniel since we've broken

up, there's no need for you to

concern yourself with my affairs,"

she replied formally. "I'll handle itet

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myself, Thank you for coming despite your busy schedule. It's getting late, you should go home and rest."

Her polite tone only deepened Nathaniel's gloom. His grip on the armrest tightened, and he gave a humorless laugh that was more unsettling than if he had remained silent.

He looked at Frey with a cold, intense gaze. "Is this how Jacob shows his love for you? He's a loser."

Frey frowned and said nothing. Her silence only made Nathaniel more agitated.

He stood and approached Frey

slowly. She instinctively backed

l

away, her fear evident. Nathaniel's frustration grew as he saw her

reaction. The more he tried to reach her, the more he felt a deep-seated frustration.

Despite everything that had

happened, regardless of the hurt and the betrayal, he found himself

unable to let go. The anger and regret from that night had lingered, and despite the pain and the distance between them, he still felt a strange sense of satisfaction in being near her.

In these three years, Frey had changed. The love she once had for him was gone, replaced by indifference. Yet, even after being deceived by her, he felt happy.