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?”

I wake up Mrs. Wilson? She’s asleep. Or Mr. Wilson, will

carefree 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 hesitant if

felt that he should not cross the line according to the

you serious? That is your wife, not mine.

he said to himself again. “Forget it. I’ll do it. You

the cold wind. She subconsciously leaned toward the heat source around her, and her hands wrapped around his neck, rubbing herself constantly against his embrace to

he would have thrown her to the ground

obviously seduction. Trevon was a little distracted and hot, just wanting to hurry and throw

house..

a picture of them. He said inwardly, “What

Wilson is the only one who can match Mrs. Wilson, who can be cool and sassy but also gentle and quiet. And she can even change at any time.”

on the bed. When he tried to get up, he found that his neck was wrapped by her arms, and he couldn’t take them off.

wake her

on the bed muttered, “Hmm?” But her hands still remained wrapped around his neck. The sleeping woman thought she was holding a bear plushie and tugged

against her soft red lips. His breathing stopped for a moment, and he stared at Natalie with widened eyes in disbelief.

woman must have done it on

body and

and wanted to rush over and rip her. However, the woman was still sound

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

kiss. It could only be considered a light

the covers over and indifferently put them on her. Then he turned around and went back to his room to

shower.

the other side, Frank hadn’t gotten into the car with Hackett yet, reasoning that Sherri was still so excited and wanted to bounce. They tried to pull her back by any means but couldn’t.

you got her to drink. I’ll be

he had forced her to drink. If he had known that this woman would make such a big fuss when she was

was she that took the initiative to come up to

underestimated Sherri’s drunken madness. This was just the

daughter. He couldn’t beat her up or be rude. to her, or