The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret novel Chapter 407

Freya had thought that Ms. Lovett's almond porridge was delicious that day and had personally brought a small bowl to Nathaniel, delivering it to him.

“This is delicious, with crushed osmanthus, and it smells good. You can drink it,” Freya had said as she carefully placed the spoon in front of Nathaniel.

After Luna had sat down, she had glanced at the porridge Freya had brought to Nathaniel and had hurriedly reminded her, “Ms. Freya, Mr. Nathaniel is a little allergic to almonds.”

This reminder had suddenly made the atmosphere in the restaurant a bit awkward. Freya and Nathaniel had been in love for four years previously and were now sleeping in the same bed as husband and wife.

This had been the first time Freya had heard that Nathaniel was allergic to almonds. She had known that his heart condition was not very good before, but she hadn’t known about the almond allergy!

Her expression had become a bit embarrassed. Nathaniel had offended many people before, and his weaknesses had been kept secret.

After all, if someone knew Mr. Nathaniel was allergic to almonds, they might use this information to harm him. Food poisoning was hard to prevent.

Three years ago, even though she and Nathaniel had been lovers, she had merely been a tool Nathaniel had used to deal with the Gomez family. Nathaniel had hated them. How could he have told her about his almond allergy?

When Luna had mentioned it in front of so many people, Freya had felt strange and inexplicably upset.

Luna had only wanted to inform her; even though she had become Mrs. Morgan, she couldn’t be the one who knew Nathaniel the most. What Nathaniel liked, what he didn’t like, what he could eat, and what he couldn’t eat were trivial matters known only to a few, and Freya was not one of them!

But Luna had mentioned it so naturally; if Freya had made a fuss, she would have seemed petty.

Koen and the others had also felt quite embarrassed, but Luna had been right—Mr. Nathaniel was allergic to almonds, and she had to remind her.

Ms. Lovett had come over from the western-style kitchen with a plate of toast. She had been taken aback when she saw the almond porridge in front of Nathaniel and had hurriedly walked over.

“Ouch! Mr. Nathaniel, the almonds in this were meant for your wife to drink. Why did you drink it too?”