The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

"Apartment!"

"Hotel!"

Freya and Nathaniel spoke almost in unison.

Sweat beads formed on Koen's forehead immediately.

Nathaniel finally couldn't hold back anymore and looked coldly at Freya. He had already been restraining himself enough tonight.

If this had been a few years ago, he would have just shot that bastard Sawyer dead.

"Freya, what do you mean?"

"Nathaniel, let me ask you, what do you mean?"

Koen quickly forced a laugh, "Madam, Boss, everyone is tired tonight. It's not a big deal. How about we go back and get some rest?"

"Shut up!" Freya snapped.

Nathaniel was more direct. He pulled the partition between the front and back seats with a swish.

Koen was embarrassed. Typically, pulling down the partition meant they were going to do something intimate. His boss was a beast.

But should he leave or stay?

The argument in the back became more heated.

Freya's voice turned sharp. Koen thought his boss had spoiled her into this state. She wouldn't have dared before.

"Nathaniel, I finally got a chance to prove myself. Everything was going well, and you had to come and ruin it?"

"Ah, you're heartbroken, aren't you? Heartbroken for your lover, aren't you?"

"Freya, you're really something! No one has ever dared to treat me like this. All those who had offended me came to a bad end. You wanted to cheat on me? Well done!"

"Nathaniel, what do you mean? Are you trying to slander me?"

Freya was really angry now.

If Nathaniel had found another excuse, it would have been fine, but this? What did he take her for?

When had she ever cheated on him?

"Freya, I meant it literally!" Nathaniel gritted his teeth, his deep eyes slightly red. "Freya, you can't possibly think this is normal, can you?"

He pulled out his phone and showed Freya a photo that had been anonymously sent to him.

Freya's expression froze for a moment when she saw the photo.

The angle of the photo was sneaky, taken when Sawyer had wrapped his arm around her on the sofa, joking with her.

Others might have thought it was a joke, but Freya didn't want any ambiguous play with Sawyer. It made her feel sick.

What made her even sicker was that Nathaniel had someone follow her?

He had promised not to interfere with her freedom, but now he was having her followed everywhere. This kind of love made Freya feel suffocated.

That suffocating feeling like being stuffed into a metal box.

Her face turned pale, and she gritted her teeth, looking at Nathaniel, "You're following me?"

Nathaniel laughed coldly, his heart also growing cold, "Is this the excuse all women who play around use?"

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nothing happened between us!" Freya, though feeling utterly hopeless, couldn't help but try to explain to Nathaniel.

"Nothing happened? What more do you want to happen?"

Nathaniel was completely out of control, pointing at the photo with a cold laugh, "You go on business trips together, book hotel rooms next to each other, attend banquets together, do I have to catch

bed?"

"Freya, can you stop being so cheap?"

Slap!

Freya raised her hand and slapped Nathaniel hard.

Even Koen, sitting in the front, trembled slightly.

"You're asking for it!" Nathaniel

grabbed Freya's neck, his eyes rek

even a bit tearful but not crying out of desperation and the last shred of male pride.

He had given up too much for her, even his own life. He could even let go of the

family feud caused by her family that killed his parents.

What more did she want from me? What did I do wrong, causing her to treat me like this?

Both of them looked disheveled. Freya coldly laughed, "What? Does Mr. Morgan want to play the same old game from the one in Saeville?"