The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret



Nathaniel asked Frey to sit on the sofa in the living room while he went to the kitchen to prepare noodles for her. He often stayed at this apartment and occasionally cooked there.

The apartments on either side were quiet and seemingly unoccupied, likely purchased by Nathaniel himself.

The renovation of Saeville's old city was in full swing, with only the west part of the city untouched by other developers.

Nathaniel had made sure that this area preserved its original charm.

Frey gently stroked the old sofa cushion and commented with a smile, "My mother knitted this with wool."

A flash of surprise crossed Frey's face. "It's so beautiful. Your mom is very skillful."noveldrama

At the mention of "your mom," Nathaniel paused, holding the bowl and chopsticks, and gave a wry smile. "My mom?"

Frey quickly corrected herself, "I mean, Valeria is very skilled."

Nathaniel chuckled, "Come over and eat noodles."

Frey joined Nathaniel for dinner, and they washed dishes and did housework together.

The dim lights in the old house created a nostalgic atmosphere, giving the impression of a journey through time.

Nathaniel watched Frey, who was arranging dishes in the kitchen while wearing a floral apron, reminiscent of his mother, Valeria.

In the past, his father had spoiled his mother and rarely let her do housework, but they enjoyed cooking together.

Nathaniel used to watch them and smile when he was a kid.

Noticing Nathaniel's intense gaze, Frey touched her face, "Is there something on my face?"

"Yes!" Nathaniel approached her, gently held her chin, tilted her face up, and placed a kiss on her cheek.

Frey's cheeks flushed slightly. When did Nathaniel become such a flirt?

She tried to push him away, but he held her hand tightly and laughed softly, "Frey, I want to show you our father and mother."

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Frey was led by Nathaniel to the second floor and into the study. The entire wall was lined with a

bookcase displaying varioetry

collections.

Nathaniel ran his hand along the bookshelves with a proud

expression. "My mother collected all these. She was a talented figure in Saeville's literary circles and wrote poetry beautifully."

Frey's curiosity was piqued. She remembered that her father had also treasured a copy of his poetry.

Unable to resist, she asked, "How did your parents meet? It must have been romantic, right?"

Nathaniel's eyes twinkled as he spoke about his parents. "They both came from an orphanage, had similar interests, and were childhood sweethearts."

Frey's mind raced. According to

Nathaniel, his parents were

childhood sweethearts, which.

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contradicted the intimate photos her

father had hidden in Gomez

Mansion's basement.

Could it be that she had imagined them?

Feeling unsettled, Frey looked up at Nathaniel and asked with a smile, "I wonder if there are any photos of Valeria when she was young."

Nathaniel took her to the master bedroom next door. Zander and Valeria's wedding photo was hung on the wall, their youthful faces glowing with happiness.

Nathaniel resembled his father, but his delicate features mirrored those of Valeria.

Frey recalled the shock her parents had shown when she introduced Nathaniel to them.

Her father had looked as if he had seen a ghost, and her mother had screamed in surprise, leaving Frey feeling quite embarrassed.

As Nathaniel and Frey knelt before the old photos of his parents, he was visibly emotional, his words trembling slightly as he spoke.