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?”

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

a look at the woman who was still in her 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 he should lower

he felt that he should not cross the line according to the agreement, so he turned his head and indifferently said to Jim, “You

That is your wife, not mine. Do you think

he realized that Jim took a moment to comply, he said to

still asleep and was jolted by the cold wind. She subconsciously leaned toward the heat source around

awake at the moment, he would have thrown her to the

obviously seduction. Trevon was a little distracted and hot, just

house..

fished out his cell phone and took a picture of them. He said inwardly, “What a match made in

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

went straight to the guest room and placed Natalie gently on the bed. When he tried to get up, he found that his neck was

wake her up.

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

soft red lips. His breathing stopped for a moment, and he stared

woman must have done it on

body and continued sleeping, leaving the man alone

looked at her. with a gloomy gaze as if she was prey and wanted to rush over and rip her. However, the woman was still sound asleep on the bed in spite of her teasing.

little hard to accept that his body had some kind of reaction it. Could it be

could only be considered

Then he turned around and went back to his room to

shower.

Frank hadn’t gotten into the car with Hackett yet, reasoning that Sherri was still so excited and wanted to

take care of her since you got her

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

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

drunken madness. This was just the beginning, not

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