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?”

Mrs. Wilson? She’s asleep. Or Mr. Wilson, will you…

her carefree sleep in the car. His eyebrows knitted together, and a headache came up

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

you serious? That is your wife, not mine.

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

leaned toward the heat source around her, and her hands wrapped around his neck, rubbing herself constantly against his embrace

would

a little distracted and hot, just wanting to hurry and throw this “trouble”

house..

a picture of them.

can be cool and sassy but also gentle and quiet. And she can even change at

the bed. When he tried to get up, he found that his neck was

and tried to wake her up. “Natalie,

her hands still remained wrapped around his neck. The

breathing stopped for a moment, and he stared at Natalie with widened eyes in

woman must have done it on purpose.

unaware of all this, Natalie turned over her body and continued sleeping, leaving the man alone with a

gaze as if she was prey and wanted to rush over and rip her. However, the woman was still sound asleep on the bed

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

even a kiss. It could only be

on her. Then he turned around and went

shower.

with Hackett yet, reasoning that Sherri was still

take care of her since you got her to drink.

he had known that this woman would make such a

with her. It was she that took the initiative to come up to him and even interrupted his pursuit of his

madness. This was

He couldn’t beat