Turning Of The Tide

Chapter 19

Trevon leaned lazily against the corner of the elevator, and his eyes fixed on Natalie, who was unsteady on her feet. The image of her surprising the whole scene came to his mind. He gritted his teeth and said. “You’re quite something.”

However, Natalie was now suffering from the aftereffects of her drunk and did not know that Trevon was talking to her. She was a behaved drinker and would not make any noise after getting drunk. It was just that her feet felt light when walking, as if she was stepping on a cloud, floating.

With a stagger, she was about to fall toward the elevator. But at the same time, a large, strong palm wrapped around her slender, soft waist.

Trevon inexplicably felt his palm very hot. Natalie’s dress was so thin that Trevon could feel the warmth and softness of her skin, and her waist was slender enough to be held by one hand.

He looked at her with obscure eyes.

At this moment, Jim, who held on to his breath and tried to reduce his presence, thought that Trevon still cared about Natalie. At least he did not leave her behind.

The moment the elevator door opened, Jim quickly fled to the car.

He drove the car to the nearest location of the elevator and got out to open the car door for Trevon. Then he went straight to the driver’s seat and raised the fender between the front and rear seats without thinking.

Jim complained deep down, “Life is really too hard.”

In the back seat, Natalie was drowsy. She scratched her face, which was a bit itchy, and always felt something like the fine hair sliding around her face.

She kept scratching her face again and again, but it was still itchy. This action attracted the man’s attention. He stretched out his well–defined fingers to help her pluck the loose hair on her face behind her ear.

After that, Natalie fell asleep quietly against the car window.

Trevon stared quietly at the side–view of her face and muttered, “At least she didn’t make a fuss after drinking.”

Jim arrived at the Adare Manor as quickly as possible. He got out of the car, opened the back car door, and respectfully asked, “Do you want to get out of the car, Mr. Wilson?”

Trevon replied coolly, “What do you think?”

head and hesitantly asked, “Should I wake up Mrs. Wilson? She’s asleep. Or Mr. Wilson, will you… carry her in…” The last three words were

sleep in the car. His eyebrows knitted together, and a headache came up to him. He had never carried any woman before, and he was

while, he felt that he should not cross the line according to the agreement, so he turned his head and

your wife, not mine. Do you think I dare to do

a moment to comply, he said to himself

and was jolted by the cold wind. She subconsciously leaned toward the heat source around her, and her

the moment, he would have thrown her to the ground without

a little distracted and hot, just wanting to hurry and

house..

and took a picture of them. He said inwardly, “What a

can match Mrs. Wilson, who can be cool and sassy but also gentle and quiet. And

gently on the bed. When he tried to get up, he found that his neck was wrapped by her arms, and

helplessly and tried to wake her up. “Natalie,

bed muttered, “Hmm?” But her hands still remained wrapped around his neck. The

his cold lips pressed against her soft red lips. His breathing stopped for

the woman must have done it on purpose.

her body and continued sleeping, leaving the man alone with a grim

wanted to rush over and rip

body had some kind of reaction it. Could it be that

a kiss. It could only be considered a light touch

on her. Then he turned around and went back to his room to take a

shower.

Sherri was still so excited and wanted to bounce. They tried to pull her back by any means

her since you got her to drink. I’ll be responsible for driving you.”

this woman would make such a big fuss when she was drunk, he would never have messed

importantly, he didn’t mess with her. It was she that took the initiative to come up to him and even interrupted

was just the beginning, not the

we go back now?” This woman is Athana’s Landor family’s honored daughter. He couldn’t beat her up or be rude. to her, or Edward