The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret novel Chapter 425

Frey still didn't understand why Nathaniel had suddenly come to Pontenero to find her.

She hadn’t asked him anything, and he remained silent throughout their journey together.

She had grown accustomed to Nathaniel’s coldness, knowing he would warm up eventually.

"Nathaniel, I have to go back to the hotel. Why don't you go back first? Send me your location, and I'll find you after I finish the work," she suggested.

"Was that call from the second son of the Lloyd family?" Nathaniel finally spoke, his tone tight and stiff with anger.

Frey was taken aback. It turned out he knew everything. She hadn’t realized until she got on the plane that the person in charge of the Lloyd family's Jewelry company had been replaced by Sawyer.

The Lloyd family had kept this news tightly under wraps.

Sawyer was a special person to her, and she wondered what else Nathaniel had discovered.

She nodded.

Nathaniel suddenly turned the steering wheel, heading back towards the hotel she had mentioned earlier. The abrupt turn made Frey feel a bit dizzy.

She still hid many things from Nathaniel, just as he hid many things from her.

They had met at the most inappropriate time and married under the most challenging circumstances.

Each bore so many burdens that Frey felt everything she said was wrong.

She didn’t want to say anything anymore. For over a year, they had been hurting each other, yet unwilling to let go.

She had a new idea, wondering if they could reconcile with the past, let each other go, and adapt to their new lives.

He had been worried when he couldn’t reach her, so he waited at her room door.

Hearing the exclamation, he turned and saw Nathaniel and Frey in an intense embrace.

His expression turned stiff and cold.

Frey, struggling to push Nathaniel away, noticed Sawyer standing in the corridor.

The three of them were momentarily stunned, with only Frey's rapid breathing breaking the silence.

Nathaniel slowly stood up, gently brushing Frey's reddened lips with his rough thumb. A bitter, inexplicable smile played on his lips.

He didn’t say anything, continuing to brush her lips. The unfinished gesture made Frey's cheeks flush slightly.