The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Chapter 345 The Storm Unleashed

Koen's kiss was forceful and intense, diving in without a moment's hesitation.

Though his technique left much to be desired, the pressure was enough to leave Peyton too stunned to react.

When he finally released her, Peyton's face flushed with anger as she glared at the man before her.

"How long have you been holding it in? Finally dropping the pretense and showing your true colors?"

Koen's expression darkened as he replied, "The more you despise me, the more I want to be with you. At Morgan Group, our principle is to be shameless. What do you suggest I do?"

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving Peyton trembling with fury. She wanted nothing more than to get Frey out of this wretched place and away from these scoundrels!

By noon, the sun had pierced through the thick clouds, suggesting that snow might soon fall on the mountains.

Sunlight streamed into Frey's bedroom through the large, ancient carved window. Next to her, the man lay covered in bloody scratches from her nails and deep bite marks on his broad shoulders.

Frey herself didn't fare much better, her pale skin marked with light bruises. The night before had been a wild frenzy.

her eyes just as Nathaniel woke up beside her, wrapping his

her like

pull away, but he

move," Nathaniel's voice was hoarse and thick with

conflict within herself, yearning for the tenderness of three years ago

terrifying leap she had taken the previous day had nearly driven him mad with

go

not afraid of anything now. If the worst happens, we'll face it together.

owe each other a favor. Let's stay together and

Frey laughed bitterly.

was a knock on the door from Koen, and it came at the

felt an overwhelming urge to grab his

choice but to

was turned off,

staying in Saeville to monitor Abigail's case, wouldn't have bothered Nathaniel unless it was urgent. "Mr. Nathaniel, Abigail's case in Saeville is about to go to a public trial. The court wants Ms. Frey to

broke free from his grasp