The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret



Along the way, Frey eagerly entered various shops, her excitement palpable.

Before long, Nathaniel was laden with numerous bags, his smile never faltering.

Hudson and the others trailing behind could hardly believe their eyes.

Mr. Nathaniel, how can you be so compliant?

Aren't you supposed to be domineering? You're always so mean to us, where did all that behavior go?

Now, whatever Frey desired, Nathaniel complied without hesitation, following her lead unconditionally.

Frey's shopping spree was relentless, spanning from the first shop on the street to the final cafe.

Even Nathaniel, usually stoic, was starting to feel the strain.

Despite this, he insisted on carrying everything himself, refusing to burden Hudson and the others with his wife's purchases.

Finally, the two of them took a seat on a bench outside a cafe to rest.

As Frey turned, she noticed a fleeting figure entering a nearby bakery. Her expression shifted subtly, a hint of unease crossing her eyes.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Nathaniel asked, his concern evident.

"It's nothing. My shoelaces are untied," Frey replied, attempting to kneel to fix them.

But Nathaniel quickly stopped her, grabbing her arm gently.

"I'll do it!" he insisted, half-kneeling in front of her, much to the astonishment of their entourage.

He focused intently on tying her shoes. Everyone could agree that men looked the best when they were focused on something.

Frey watched him steadily, her eyes tracing his smooth forehead and upright nose from this angle.

She slowly reached out, her fingers lightly brushing through his hair.

Behind them, Hudson and the others shielded their eyes, exclaiming in disbelief.

"This is too much!"

"Have you finished tying those shoelaces yet? I can't take this anymore!"noveldrama

"I feel like I've been third-wheeling the entire way!"

"These two are bullying us!"

"No, it's beyond bullying. It's pure oppression!"

"Look! Ms. Frey just touched Mr. Nathaniel's head!"

"That's his Achilles' heel!"

Frey lifted her gaze towards the bakery again. If her suspicions were

correct, someone was watchine ere

ern from behind the glass.

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Inside the bakery, Abigail pressed her hands against the window, her sportswear making her blend in with the crowd.

Her baseball cap was slightly tilted, revealing eyes filled with anger and despair.

She couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Nathaniel, kneeling on the street, tying Frey's shoelaces in public.

All his tenderness was for Frey, leaving Abigail feeling discarded and worthless.

Despite her efforts to distance herself by posing as Taylor's sister, she found herself drawn back.

People in Saeville had told her that Taylor attempted suicide and was now unconscious.

Why didn't that idiot just die?

Everywhere Abigail went in the past

two months, she was bombarded et with videos of Nathaniel and Frey's public displays of affection,

W?

To others, it was gossip, but to her, it was a barrage of bullets.

The final straw was when Frey held her engagement party with Nathaniel on a man-made island, using Abigail's designs.

Completely losing her grip on reality,

Abigail

PS is shad initially sought refugevn

Besmura but ended up in Stanna by sheer chance.

Obtaining a Stannba visa had been an ordeal, and now she was here, only to witness this spectacle.