The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret
Chapter 294 An Uninvited Guest and Unspoken Feelings

After Nathaniel finished speaking, he hung up on Koen without waiting for a response. He set the phone down on the small table and suddenly wrapped his arms around Frey, who was squatting in front of him. Frey was caught off guard, her body enveloped in his embrace. Her nose pressed against his chest, and she found herself overwhelmed, tears welling up.

"Nono, please stop this. Don't make things difficult for me anymore!" Nathaniel pleaded, holding her so tightly she could barely breathe. His kisses were scattered over her face, and although Frey tried to push him away, he wouldn't let go.

His body trembled slightly, and the lingering scent of burn treatment clung to him, making the air around them feel heavy. Just as Frey was struggling for breath, Nathaniel finally released her but still held her shoulders firmly.

He rested his forehead against hers and whispered, "The wedding between me and Abigail has been canceled. If you're willing, we can go get a marriage certificate and have the biggest wedding in town." "I'm offering you everything I have. I only ask that you stay with me and stop doing foolish things."

"When I saw you collapse in the fire, I nearly lost my mind. I really went crazy. Frey, please don't put me through this. I can't handle it."

Frey's heart raced. She wasn't sure if it was Nathaniel's vulnerability that moved her or if her own emotions were in turmoil.

Despite her reservations, Nathaniel insisted on staying at Frey's apartment. She couldn't understand why Nathaniel, with all his resources, chose her modest place.

"Mr. Nathaniel, this isn't really suitable. There are no men's items here, no bath products, no slippers..." Frey started, but Nathaniel interrupted by calling Koen to bring over his belongings.

Soon, Koen arrived with two bodyguards, hauling bags and bags of Nathaniel's things into Frey's apartment. Frey stared at the piles of items in the living room, feeling as if she had done something wrong to deserve this.

"Mr. Nathaniel, it's really not convenient for me to have you here," Frey tried to protest, but Nathaniel's shamelessness knew no bounds.

He began to undress in the living room, which was more than Frey could tolerate. "Nathaniel, what are you doing?" she demanded, clenching her fists.

Nathaniel removed his shirt, revealing severe burns, especially on his back where the beam had fallen. The sight was almost unbearable.

Frey couldn't bring herself to tell him to leave when she saw his injuries.

After changing into casual clothes and slippers, Nathaniel started to explore Frey's apartment. It was a three-bedroom setup with a living room, a bedroom, a study, and a separate studio.

He wandered into the master bedroom, making Frey anxious. She wasn't ready to share a bed with him.

He then moved to the study, where there was another bed. He lay down on it, and although the bed seemed small for him, he appeared quite comfortable.

"Well, I'll sleep here," Nathaniel declared.

Frey followed him, exasperated. "Nathaniel, do you replace this amusing?"