The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret novel Chapter 338

Peyton continued, her voice breaking as she spoke, "Back in high school, Frey was in my class. She secretly gave me shoes to wear."

"Then something happened to the Gomez family, and I hated myself for not being able to help her, for letting her..."

Her eyes were red, her throat choked with emotion. It took her a moment to compose herself. "I couldn’t get her out of prison. The whole world wrongly accused her of murdering Ms. Hill. Only I know how kind and beautiful she is, and how she would never do such a thing!"

"But no one believed her! She’s like this now, and it's all of your fault in the beginning!"

Peyton's eyes blazed as she stared at Koen, who suddenly appeared flustered. He opened his mouth to speak, but Peyton turned on her heel and walked out of the dining area, refusing to engage further.

At the cabin door, she glanced back at Koen and said, "I know you have feelings for me, but I’m just a poor, insignificant person. We come from completely different worlds. Maybe I’m just overthinking things."

As Peyton left, Koen watched her with a twitching expression, rubbing his face in frustration. He had been worried about scaring her away, but it seemed his feelings had been too obvious.

By evening, they departed Saeville and landed at a private airport in Belthria after a fourteen-hour flight.

Shortly thereafter, they arrived in Stanna. The plane touched down at a private airport in Wishmere, a popular destination for international celebrities and the wealthy, despite its alpine location.

Frey slept throughout the journey, catching up on years of lost rest. When she awoke, it was already morning. The weather was clear, with the Alps visible from the plane.

After breakfast, Nathaniel handed her a mint candy wrapped in emerald green paper.

The bodyguards nearby felt a bit awkward as if their president was treating Frey more like a daughter than a girlfriend.

As they exited the private airport, a Rolls-Royce and a stretched Lincoln awaited them. The Lincoln served as a minivan, and they drove along the well-built mountain roads, which soon gave way to more rural scenery, winding their way to the foot of the Alps.

The vehicle finally stopped in front of an ancient castle. The surroundings were straight out of a fairy tale, with breathtaking views.

When Frey stepped out of the car and looked up at the majestic castle, she felt as though she had been transported back to the Middle Ages. The sight left her stunned and speechless.

Frey was aware that Nathaniel had prospered in recent years. Despite her love for him over the years, she had never fully grasped his wealth. The grandeur of the castle made it clear just how significant his fortune was, far beyond her previous understanding.