The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret novel Chapter 471

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.

Frey found Nathaniel's private number, which he had personally entered into her phone, warning her never to forget it.

She took a deep breath, ready to call, but the memory of Nathaniel and Luna’s intimate moment in the car flooded her mind, making her feel nauseous.

The phone felt like a burning coal in her hand, and she threw it aside.

She rubbed her face hard, gradually suppressing the nausea.

As night approached, the number of tourists in Music Square dwindled.

It wasn't peak tourist season, so the area felt a bit deserted.

Pigeons, startled, took flight. A tall young man in a denim jacket and baseball cap, carrying a grass-green backpack, walked through the sunset and into a nearby alley.