The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Chapter 471 Fleeting Flames and Lingering Shadows

Like a brilliant flame, it burned brightly for a moment before fading, leaving behind only the ashes of memory and a trace of warmth.

Frey slowly picked up her coffee cup; the coffee had gone cold.

She grabbed Jacob's keys, left the cafe, and got into Sawyer's car.

Despite his tough exterior, Sawyer could be quite considerate, knowing she would need a car to get around Pontenero during her stay.

Starting the car, Frey thought for a moment and picked up her phone.

There were no calls or messages from Nathaniel. Previously, even when she was

on business trips or just in Saeville, Nathaniel would message her frequently, sometimes he would even video call her.

Now, his sudden silence made Frey uncomfortable.

Habits could be powerful. Once established, they become ingrained, and their sudden absence feels jarring.

Nathaniel's private number, which he had personally entered into her phone, warning her

of Nathaniel and Luna's intimate moment in the

a burning coal in

hard, gradually

night approached, the number of tourists in

tourist season, so the area

startled, took flight. A tall young man in a denim jacket and baseball cap, carrying a grass-green

thin figure hiding in the alley

thin figure hiding in the alley saw Taylor approaching and a trace of panic flashed across his

fathom

several times in the square, which frightened him

eaten properly for a long time and was

he couldn't steal something, those people

escape, but his pursuer, Taylor, seemed to have

couldn't fit into the cement pipe, let alone catch him,

into the cement pipe, breathing heavily but laughing