The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

"Shall I treat you to dinner?" Luna offered.

Taylor shook his head. He felt awkward around Nathaniel and even more so around those who grew up with him. "No, thank you!"

"How about leaving me your phone number?" Luna quickly took out her mobile phone. She needed to monitor potential dangers anytime, even if she was overthinking.

Taylor was slightly startled.

Luna gave a bitter smile and said, "I don't know what happened between you and Mr. Nathaniel, but I didn't offend you! We rarely meet after so many years. Please leave your contact. I won't bother you, but if you need my help, you can contact me, and I won't say anything to Mr. Nathaniel."

Her tactful approach left Taylor no choice but to give his number before leaving hurriedly, as if worried Luna might blackmail him.

Luna entered Taylor's number into her phone, her eyes lowered slightly, a chill flashing across them.

Frey and Sawyer walked into a cafe by Silver Stream.

From the outside, it exuded the classical charm of medieval times.

Sawyer's recommendation turned out to be excellent. The cafe had few

customers, with a clerk playing sweet, elegant piano music.

Sawyer led Frey to the innermost booth, gentlemanly pulling out a high-backed

chair for her before taking a seat opposite.

"What would you like to drink?" Sawyer asked, looking at the menu.

Frey smiled and said, "I'm treating today. Just order whatever you like."

Sawyer raised his brows and smiled, "Alright, I'll have a coffee without sugar."noveldrama

Frey ordered a coffee and some desserts.

After a while, their order arrived. Frey stirred her coffee with a porcelain spoon, watching Sawyer.

Sawyer took a sip of his coffee, unhurried, giving Frey time to speak.

"Mr. Sawyer..." Frey began, but Sawyer's self-deprecating laugh cut her off, leaving her unsure what to say next.

Sawyer smiled at her

embarrassment, "What? I'm being referred to as 'Mr. Sawyer' whenever you need me. When you don't, I'm almost abandoned. Sometimes you even secretly call me a bastard, right?"

Frey felt a bit embarrassed; she had thought that way. She searched for words,

but Sawyer smiled, "I'm just teasing you. You're too serious."

Sawyer found it incredible. He had carried many burdens from Pontenero to Saeville.

He met a woman as cold as a stone and stayed with her for a long time, gradually losing himself to her charm.

It stood to reason that Sawyer despised serious people the most, especially those like his father, who committed many heinous acts while clinging to outdated, feudal values. His father had lived a muddled, miserable existence until his death. Cóntent belongs to

Realizing that further small talk would be pointless, Frey decided it was time to address the matter at hand.

She met Sawyer's gaze steadily, took a deep breath, and wrestled with how to

frame her request to be most convincing.

Sawyer had encountered her at her lowest point, and the circumstances surrounding her imprisonment were a compelling enigma for him.

Frey sipped her coffee to compose herself, then said, "Remember when my bag was stolen?"

"The thief was Truenian, but he looked just like my brother."

"Your brother?" Sawyer was intrigued. He had investigated Frey's background initially out of caution, but the more he learned about his partners, the more secure he felt.