The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret novel Chapter 412

Falling in love with Nathaniel felt like a dream from Luna's girlhood days.

Back then, he was the most handsome boy in the neighborhood, more charming than actors with their striking looks.

Years passed without any interaction, and now, seeing Nathaniel again, she found him even more attractive.

But he had hidden his charm all these years, only to reveal it to Killian’s daughter, her enemy.

Luna’s face turned ashen as she heard Nathaniel’s voice from inside. Koen didn't go in either.

With Frey present, they were just decorations in Mr. Nathaniel's eyes.

Leaning against the corridor wall, Luna smiled lightly and said, "Koen, may I ask you a question?"

Koen was stunned. "Luna, since when have you been so polite? Just ask me anything. We're so close, why are you being so formal?"

Luna pursed her lips and looked at him. "Koen, are you in a relationship?"

Peyton’s cute face flashed in Koen’s mind, and he laughed without answering.

Luna, unaware of who Koen was dating, found his current demeanor quite interesting.

She sighed. "I've seen you smile like you're up to mischief when you answered that mysterious phone call."

"Luna, don’t tease me. I heard your fiancé is a Pontenero surgeon. He's very handsome, isn’t he?"

Luna nodded, her expression faint. She didn’t love that man.

Despite his intense pursuit and unique Pontenero romance, Luna only felt bored.

Llyod Jewelry, a heavyweight branch of the Lloyd Group, wouldn’t send someone insignificant to lead the team.

Yet, here he was, sitting on the sofa with his back to her, meticulously groomed, wearing a silver-gray casual suit.

His presence was captivating.

Frey walked towards him, her steps determined. "Mr. Sawyer?"

Sawyer closed his fashion magazine and stood up slowly, turning to face her.

He looked at her steadily, with a flicker of expectation and concern in his eyes.

Previously, when Frey was kidnapped by Abigail in Stanna and nearly thrown off a cliff, he had been driven to the brink of madness with worry.