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.

Koen complied with Nathaniel’s order, feeling somewhat helpless.

unclear whether Nathaniel was tormenting Freya or if it

had underestimated the influx of tourists during the peak summer season, and found the underground parking lot to be completely full.

was forced to drop Nathaniel and Freya off at the corner of the

she could even take a step,

of panic crossed Freya’s eyes, and she attempted to pull away. but

the business world, he possessed the looks of a model or a celebrity. His tall stature and striking facial features made him a sight

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

Nathaniel and Freya

ridicule. She felt like a monkey performing for its

having amassed his wealth on the streets of Chinatown, he despised the hustle and bustle of the

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ago. I had planned to buy it and place it in the villa in Newport,

Nathaniel’s palm growing damp with sweat. The sensation was unpleasantly slippery, and

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