NovelUSAChapter 339 A Castle Among the Alps
Standing at the foot of the Alps, Frey gazed at the dark brown castle nestled against the lake, surrounded on
three sides by water.
She exhaled softly, impressed by Nathaniel's immense wealth. When the Gomez family was at its peak, her
father had only managed to purchase two wineries in Pontenero. They stood at the beginning of an old wooden
bridge, a cultural relic from bygone times.
The bridge looked too delicate for the convoy, which had been parked here while the driver crossed a newly built
steel cable bridge to access the castle.
Nathaniel had chosen this spot deliberately, allowing Frey to take a leisurely walk and explore the castle he had
bought for her.
Although Frey was unaware that the documents had been completed during their flight, she was too exhausted
to notice her fingerprints on them.
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Understanding Frey's current reluctance towards him, Nathaniel knew he had to be patient and choose the right
moment to present his gifts.
The wooden bridge led to the castle's entrance, constructed from dark brown stones, with white battlements
overlooking the lake.
The view of the lake was breathtaking, with wild ducks gliding on the water. The serene and timeless atmosphere
was exactly what Frey cherished. Even Peyton was touched by Nathaniel's thoughtful gesture.
The castle was far removed from the hustle and bustle of the world, free from media scrutiny, public pressure,
and distressing images. It provided a tranquil escape. Frey carefully crossed the wooden bridge, which, though
aged, felt stable underfoot.
As she approached, the castle's staff, including Palosean housekeepers, housekeepers from Saeville, and Stanna.
The staff had all undergone extensive training to be hired. The head butler, a distinguished middle-aged
Stannean man, spoke fluent Truenia.
He presented Frey with a bouquet of flowers and, after a brief chat, revealed that it had taken him two years to
achieve such proficiency in the language.
Following the simple welcome
ceremony, the staff returned to their
duties, leaving Frey and her
companions in the living room. The reception area, located on the second floor, was spacious and designed with
a large, open space on the first floor that could host future events.
The second floor featured two living rooms: large conference room capable of hosting around a
hundred people and a smaller, more intimate lounge. Nathaniel and the
others gathered in the smaller lounge, but soon, everyone excused themselves. Peyton was about to speak, but
Koen invited her to
explore the grounds.
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Left alone, Frey and Nathaniel sat on an elegant sofa. The silence between them was palpable until Nathaniel
stood, moved to the piano, and pulled out the stool.
"Would you like to play a song?" Nathaniel asked.
Frey hesitated, her gaze fixed on her stiff left hand, yet her love for the classical piano overcher reluctance.
She couldn't resist and seated herself at the piano.
"Frey, | remember when we first met.
You were working as a social worker in an orphanage and played
‘Dedicated to Alice’ for the children," Nathaniel said, his voice tinged with nostalgia.
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Frey's heart skipped a beat, and she nodded in response.
Nathaniel's left hand gently brushed the back of Frey's hand, causing her to flinch as though burned. His hand
then fell onto the piano keys, ready to accompany her.
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