Turning Of The Tide

Chapter 55 

Chapter 55

Natalie took a cab to the supermarket a few miles from Adare Manor to pick up her car.

She tried to get a cab early in the morning and had no choice but to park her car in the parking lot beside the supermarket.

She headed home in her car shortly after.

The living room was pitch-black. Natalie’s heart arched a little when she saw the other well-lit houses in the neighborhood.

In a metropolitan city like Athana, no one put on a light waiting for her returt

In the past, no matter how late she was on duty, her grandfather would always watch television in the living room and wait. for her to get home before retiring.

Now, no one would keep the light on for her.

What would happen if she and Trevon were to get a divorce later?

Natalie shook her head, trying to discard the thought. The more she thought about it, the more flustered she became. She parked her car in the garage and turned on the light in the living room.

Days were especially short in the winter. The sky was already dark in the late afternoon. It was only 6 in the evening, and it was so dark one could not see the road. Fortunately, the street lamps were brightly lit and shone like daylight.

Natalie took a shower and put on a jacket. Then she took a cigarette and lighter from the bedside table, opened the balcony door, and leaned against the white railing. She lit a cigarette and took a puff between her moist lips before closing her eyes and enjoying the taste of nicotine.

Natalie was not pretentious, but she was still a woman in the end. She was sentimental and not all that rational. Images of Trevon Wilson hugging the woman in red filled her mind.

The same thoughts kept coming back in a loop.

Natalie felt hurt, but she could not explain why.

The streetlights outside the villa were exceptionally bright, so much so that she did not notice the headlights of a car stopping in front of the courtyard downstairs.

A man got out of the car and instantly noticed Natalie leaning against the balcony. His gorgeous brows furrowed when he saw the swirling stroke around her.

Trevon had forgotten that Natalie smoked. Hackett Blackwell had previously shared photos of her smoking in their group chat. She looked adept, charming, and enchanting.

“Mr. Wilson, take some hangover pills tonight. I’ll be leaving now,” Jim Hawk reminded Trevon before he took his leave.

must have had a lot to drink tonight to be this drunk.

one dared to force him to drink in the first place. Moreover, he knew his limits.

in long strides, walked past the living room, and went straight to

purposeful and determined.

as she indulged in her thoughts. The cigarette between her fingers was burning away. She had not smoked for a long time and had only taken three puffs

woman smoking?” Trevon took away her cigarette and threw

her out of nowhere. His handsome features were up close and

and emotion that Natalie could not understand.

brushed past her tonight and appeared again to snatch her cigarette away. “Are

yet she readily accepted gifts from another man. Natalie’s lips moved as

mouth with his cold lips. He wrapped his arms around her slender waist and pinned her

but their strength disparity did not affect

he was possessed. He did not feel any pain and continued to

would suffocate if it continued. Her mind spun quickly, thinking Trevon must have lost

she tried to save herself. Then she suddenly thought of something and scratched his armpit.

as expected.

and retreated. His brows knotted as he touched his bitten lips. Evidently, he did not expect

thought that she would

same man had just forcefully kissed her and almost suffocated her a while ago. As a doctor, Natalie understood the human body structure well. Most people were ticklish. Her quick wit saved her life..

and were rarely touched. The sensory system under the skin made it especially sensitive to

itchiness.

its itch but that

some.

secretly. Even someone as dignified as Trevon Wilson was no exception. He was an ordinary person just like her, with a similar body structure and was

placed his hands on the railing. “Natalie, is the loneliness so unbearable that you are shopping for the next suitable candidate before you get a divorce?”

suitable candidate? She had only interacted with one man today,

be her next candidate for a

flirted with other men when he was not

it true for Mr. Wilson too? Aren’t you shopping for

as he gritted his teeth. “So you admit it? Is

“What do you think, Mr. Wilson? Our

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