The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Chapter 385 A Journey Through Memories

Nathaniel asked Frey to sit on the sofa in the living room while he went to the kitchen to prepare noodles for her.

He often stayed at this apartment and occasionally cooked there.

The apartments on either side were quiet and seemingly unoccupied, likely purchased by Nathaniel himself.

The renovation of Saeville's old city was in full swing, with only the west part of the city untouched by other developers.

Nathaniel had made sure that this area preserved its original charm.

Frey gently stroked the old sofa cushion and commented with a smile, "My mother knitted this with wool."

A flash of surprise crossed Frey's face. "It's so beautiful. Your mom is very skillful."

At the mention of "your mom," Nathaniel paused, holding the bowl and chopsticks, and gave a wry smile. "My mom?"

Frey quickly corrected herself, "I mean, Valeria is very skilled."

chuckled, "Come over and

they washed dishes and did

lights in the old house created a nostalgic atmosphere, giving the impression of a journey

was arranging dishes in the kitchen

the past, his father had spoiled his mother and rarely let her do housework,

used to watch them and smile when

her face, "Is there something

Nathaniel approached her, gently held her chin, tilted her face up, and

slightly. When did Nathaniel

tried to push him away, but he held her hand tightly and laughed softly, "Frey, I want to show you our

by

floor and into the study. The entire wall was lined with a

his hand

bookshelves with a proud

mother collected all these. She was a talented figure in Saeville's literary circles

of his poetry. Unable to resist, she asked, "How did your parents meet? It must

spoke about his parents. "They both came from an orphanage, had similar interests,

raced.