The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret



As Frey stood with her back to the canyon, the proposal ceremony turned into a scene of shock and panic.

No one dared to approach her, their hearts pounding with fear. How had things spiraled into this chaotic mess?

Frey couldn't believe Nathaniel was kneeling to propose again.

The last time was three years ago, and back then, his eyes had been filled with calculation.noveldrama

Now, they were filled with panic.

It was ironic as it had taken her so long to make him kneel willingly, yet she felt no happiness.

The hole in her heart, punched by Nathaniel, bled with cold waves of despair.

The wind in the canyon was biting. Suddenly, Frey slipped and fell backward.

"Frey!" The diamond ring worth hundreds of millions slipped from Nathaniel's hand, crushed into the dirt as he lunged for her. He leaped and caught her arm at the cliff's edge.

Frey looked up at him, seeing genuine fear in his eyes, fear etched into his very soul.

Her arm ached from his grip, but the release from days of suppression came with this dangerous leap.

She stared at Nathaniel, who held her tightly, and a rare peaceful smile crossed her face.

"Nathaniel, let's go to hell together! Can you come with me?"

"Okay!" Nathaniel's eyes reddened, holding her tighter. "Frey, even if we go to hell, it'll be by my choice, not yours."

Frey's expression shifted. Peyton and the others rushed over, pulling the two of them up.

Everyone collapsed on the ground after rescuing Nathaniel and Frey, their hearts racing from the near-death experience.

Peyton crawled to Frey, hugging her tightly. "Frey, you scared me to death!"

"Don't you care about your mother or brother? What about me? You're too cruel!"

Koen gently pulled Peyton away. Nathaniel sat for a long time before his senses returned. He bent down, picked up Frey, and carried her down the mountain.

Darkness had settled by the time they reached the dining room, where dinner was set.

The atmosphere while they were having their meal was dull. Koen retrieved the engagement ring from the mud and kept it for Nathaniel.

Ms. Frey's rejection of Mr. Nathaniel's proposal was incredibly dramatic, can't she just refuse him directly instead of scaring everyone like that? Neither Nathaniel nor Frey joined the dinner. Later, Nathaniel called Koen to deliver some hot soup.

Nathaniel and Frey's rooms were on the third floor of the castle, next to each other. The second-floor guest bedrooms were occupied by the others, leaving the third floor eerily quiet.

Nathaniel took the hot soup, toast cheese, and chocolate sauce from Koen and knocked lightly on Frey's door Finding it unlocked, he pushed it open and entered.

Frey's room was spacious, and renovated by Nathaniel.

A round princess bed with azure gauze curtains dominated the center.

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Frey, freshly bathed, lay on it. Only the wall lamps were on, casting dim light. Dark black oil paintings from the Middle Ages adorned the walls, adding a somber tone.

If not for Frey's artistic taste, Nathaniel would have removed the paintings long ago as their eerie sight sent chills down his spine.

He sat beside Frey with a cup of soup, his expression stern. He hadn't expected her to become so unreasonable.