The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

The President’s Regret

Chapter 85 Journey To Antique Street

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Once upon a time, she had been in the habit of purchasing items for Nathaniel. Nearly a hundred of Nathaniel’s ties and belts were gifts from Freya. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Freya confessed that she bought the ties and belts as a symbolic gesture to bind the man she adored. She never expected Nathaniel to reciprocate with gifts of his own

In this moment, as he observed her reddened eyes and heard her speak with such caution, Nathaniel felt a sharp pang in his heart.

He instructed Koen. “Set course for Antique Street!”

Koen was taken aback. Antique Street was nestled in the old city of Saeville, a popular tourist spot, especially during the summer.

Cars were prohibited from entering, and the surrounding blocks were a labyrinth of narrow streets. Koen would have to park the car in an underground parking lot about a kilometer away from Antique Street, and they would have to proceed on foot.

his reservations, Koen complied with Nathaniel’s

was tormenting Freya or if it was the

tourists during the peak summer season, and found the underground parking lot to be

of the Antique Street pedestrian zone and venture

she could even take a step, Nathaniel

hand firmly. A flicker of panic crossed Freya’s eyes, and she attempted to pull away. but Nathaniel’s grip

he possessed the looks of a model or a celebrity. His tall stature and striking facial features

wearing a mask and concealing her left hand in her sleeve, she couldn’t escape the

probably thought Nathaniel and Freya

the subject of ridicule. She felt like a monkey performing for its master, with Nathaniel playing the role of the

had never been fond of crowded places. Despite having amassed his wealth on the streets of

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it since three years ago. I had planned to buy it and place it in the villa in Newport, but I never got around to it.”

palm growing damp with sweat. The sensation was unpleasantly slippery,

didn’t react with impatience. Instead, he strolled alongside