The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Freya became even more of an eyesore. She was convicted murderer, and it was only because of Nathaniel's grace that she had the title of Mrs. Morgan.

Yet she wasn't content and was now entangled with the second son of the Lloyds. A woman like her deserved to be discarded by Nathaniel.

Observing Nathaniel's grim expression, Grace's mind raced. She remarked with a faint smile, "I was wondering where Mr. Sawyer was. It turns out he's been here all along, probably waiting for someone special. Oh, wasn't that Ms. Freya who just left with him?"

Nathaniel ignored Grace's comment, his eyes still fixed on where Freya had exited. He then turned and gave Grace a cold glance.

The look made Grace shudder. She stepped back cautiously, not daring to walk beside Nathaniel anymore.

Nathaniel had asked Koen to find him the most beautiful woman in Saeville, thinking he could easily replace Freya. But it wasn't as simple as he had anticipated.

Even with the most beautiful actress by his side and surrounded by people respectfully calling him Mr. Nathaniel, he was still provoked by Freya's actions.

How dare she laugh and chat with another man right in front of him? That woman was truly heartless.

Nathaniel spent the entire banquet sitting with a cold, unapproachable expression.

Grace felt very uncomfortable. She had expected being by Nathaniel's side to be prestigious, but now she was standing there like a statue, too afraid to move.

Those who initially wanted to ingratiate themselves with Nathaniel saw his displeased demeanor and didn't dare approach. Nathaniel's icy presence created a suffocatingly cold space around him.

Nathaniel sat there, not drinking or talking, his eyes fixed on the direction Freya and Sawyer had gone.

He idly toyed with the wine glass in his hand, his thoughts in disarray.

What were Freya and Sawyer doing behind his back? Did they have no shame?

Seeing him with another woman, did she not feel any anger?

Why didn't she come over and confront him?

Even if she threw her drink in his face and questioned him, it would feel better than this.

Nathaniel had been struggling to sleep lately exhausted both mentally and physically. His cheste wound was healing slowly and now ached again. Despite his generally good health, he hadn't completely recovered.

Meanwhile, Freya and Sawyer were sitting in the garden. Unsure of what to say, Freya pulled out her phone and showed Sawyer some of her design sketches, asking him to pick a few.

After all, their companies were partners, and Freya was responsible for discussing

the designs for the new jewelry exhibition with Sawyer.noveldrama

Sawyer looked at the workholic before him and couldn't help but smile wryly.

Did this woman have any interests outside of work?

"How's your brother doing lately?" Sawyer decided to start with an easy

topic, and sure enough, a gentle

smile appeared on Freya's face.

Family was her soft spot.

"He's fine, thinking about you and wanting you to teach him how to ride a motorcycle. But he's still too young for that now; his studies should come first."

Sawyer laughed. "Freya, you're adorable, like a little old lady fussing over everything."

Freya was surprised by his comment and couldn't help but laugh.

Just as she was about to respond, they heard footsteps behind them. Freya turned to see Nathaniel approaching with Grace.