The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Chapter 339 A Castle Among the Alps

Standing at the foot of the Alps, Frey gazed at the dark brown castle nestled against the lake, surrounded on three sides by water.

She exhaled softly, impressed by Nathaniel's immense wealth. When the Gomez family was at its peak, her father had only managed to purchase two wineries in Pontenero. They stood at the beginning of an old wooden bridge, a cultural relic from bygone times.

The bridge looked too delicate for the convoy, which had been parked here while the driver crossed a newly built steel cable bridge to access the castle.

Nathaniel had chosen this spot deliberately, allowing Frey to take a leisurely walk and explore the castle he had bought for her.

Although Frey was unaware that the documents had been completed during their flight, she was too exhausted to notice her fingerprints on them.

Understanding Frey's current reluctance towards him, Nathaniel knew he had to be patient and choose the right moment to present his gifts.

The wooden bridge led to the castle's entrance, constructed from dark brown stones, with white battlements overlooking the lake.

The view of the lake was breathtaking, with wild ducks gliding on the water. The serene and timeless atmosphere was exactly what Frey cherished. Even Peyton was touched by Nathaniel's thoughtful gesture.

was far removed from the hustle and bustle of the world, free from media scrutiny, public pressure, and

housekeepers, housekeepers from Saeville, and Stanna. The staff had all undergone extensive training to be hired. The head butler,

brief chat, revealed that it had taken him two years

Following the simple welcome

the staff returned

Frey and

the second floor, was spacious and designed with a large, open space on the first floor that could host

floor featured two living rooms: large conference room

people and a smaller, more intimate

themselves. Peyton was about to speak, but Koen invited

explore the grounds.

silence between them was palpable until

you like to play a song?"

the classical piano overcame

when