The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Chapter 396 The bedroom lights were dimmed, with light from the crystal chandelier in the living room seeping through the door crack. Occasionally, the faint clinking of tableware rang.

Freya got up from the bed and walked towards the door.

When she opened the bedroom door, she was stunned by the scene in front.

The villa was designed to accommodate the lifestyle of ordinary rural folks. The first floor had a large hall that could be used as a living room, with a designated space for a pool table. The second and third floors each had three bedrooms, with a small living room in the middle.

At this moment, Nathaniel had taken off his coat and was wearing just a white shirt with rolled-up sleeves. He sat on the sofa wearing a floral apron, making brownies, occasionally glancing at the Spring Festival Gala on TV, appearing quite absorbed.

Outside, firecrackers exploded again, and as he turned to look, he noticed Freya had woken up.

He quickly stood up and, smiling cautiously, "Is it too noisy outside? But it's Spring, it's unavoidable."

"If you're awake, stretch your legs, maybe go out to the balcony to see the view, or go to the study room

what kind of books you like, so I just bought some randomly. The brownies will be ready soon, and I'll call you

returning from Stanna this time, Nathaniel's

of being cautious in his vocabulary. Yet this time, he was acting

felt somewhat uncomfortable. It was the first time she had

and wait for the meal, Freya walked over to

initially taken aback but then a look of joy flashed in his

had loved her for so long, never realizing she could be so ruthless. This time, she had

her felt like enduring a torturous ordeal, he couldn't bring himself to let

her to Hoover

from the hustle and bustle of the city, and

as Freya seemed much more at

Nathaniel, picking up tools to start mixing ingredients. She didn't know the proportions of the ingredients, but she could

little.