The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Like a brilliant flame, it burned brightly for a moment before fading, leaving behind only the ashes of memory and a trace of warmth.

Frey slowly picked up her coffee cup; the coffee had gone cold.

She grabbed Jacob's keys, left the cafe, and got into Sawyer's car.

Despite his tough exterior, Sawyer could be quite considerate, knowing she would need a car to get around Pontenero during her stay.

Starting the car, Frey thought for a moment and picked up her phone.

There were no calls or messages from Nathaniel. Previously, even when she was

on business trips or just in Saeville, Nathaniel would message her frequently, sometimes he would even video call her.

Now, his sudden silence made Frey uncomfortable.

Habits could be powerful. Once established, they become ingrained, and their sudden absence feels jarring.

Frey found Nathaniel's private number, which he had personally entered into her phone, warning her never to forget it.

She took a deep breath, ready to call, but the memory of Nathaniel and Luna's intimate moment in the car flooded her mind, making her feel nauseous.

The phone felt like a burning coal in her hand, and she threw it aside.

She rubbed her face hard, gradually suppressing the nausea.

As night approached, the number of tourists in Music Square dwindled.

It wasn't peak tourist season, so the area felt a bit deserted.

Pigeons, startled, took flight. A tall young man in a denim jacket and baseball cap, carrying a grass-green backpack, walked through the sunset and into a nearby alley.noveldrama

A thin figure hiding in the alley watched him nervously.

The thin figure hiding in the alley saw Taylor approaching and a trace of panic flashed across his eyes.

He couldn't fathom how he had

offended this person. He had seen Taylor waiting for him several times in the square, which frightened him so much that he didn't dare to come out

He hadn't eaten properly for a long time and was always hungry.

If he couldn't steal something, those people wouldn't let him go.

The young man turned to escape, but his pursuer, Taylor, seemed to have spotted his hiding place and followed.

Thinking the large man couldn't fit into the cement pipe, let alone catch him, the boy rushed toward it.

As this thought passed through his mind, he crouched and crawled into the cement pipe, breathing heavily but laughing in a low, proud voice.

You'll never catch me!

The boy was very flexible, even humming a song as he moved. But his cheerful tune didn't last long and stopped abruptly when he realized the other end of the pipe was sealed with an iron plate.

It couldn't be pushed at all; the iron plate was very thick. Not even an adult could shake it.

Panic set in as the boy kicked the iron plate a few times, but it only made his head buzz.

Suddenly, a dull sound of footsteps

came from the other end of the pipe. Taylor had blocked him in, and the

boy, now panicked and unsure of what to do, didn't dare go out.

The man's voice came from outside, speaking in Truenia, but the boy could only

hear it vaguely.

He could understand it, but having been in Pontenero for so long, Truenia sounded strange to him.