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

you like, so I just bought some randomly.

Stanna this time, Nathaniel's behavior had completely overturned her previous image

no concept of being cautious in his vocabulary. Yet this time, he was acting so carefully

felt somewhat uncomfortable. It was the first time she had made a man so fearful

to just sit and wait for the meal, Freya walked over to Nathaniel and said, "Let

but then a look of joy flashed in his eyes, though

realizing she could be so ruthless. This time, she had played with his

knowing that loving her felt like enduring a

her to Hoover

bustle of the city, and spending time together seriously

as Freya seemed much more at

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

little.