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.

guessed his boss must have had a lot to drink tonight to be

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

Wilson did not reply. He headed for the villa in long strides, walked past the

purposeful and determined.

between her fingers was burning away.

Trevon took away her cigarette and threw it

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

dissatisfaction and emotion that Natalie could not

She crossed her arms calmly while leaning lazily against the balcony railing. She looked at the man before her, someone who had brushed past her tonight and appeared again to snatch her cigarette away. “Are

him. Moreover, they were not divorced, yet she readily accepted gifts from another man. Natalie’s lips moved as she spoke, stimulating

his arms around her slender waist and pinned her against the railing. Then he plundered her fiercely and probed deeper into her

push him away, but their strength disparity did not affect

He did not feel any pain and continued to

spun quickly, thinking Trevon must have lost

as she tried to save herself. Then

as

go of her and retreated. His brows knotted as he touched

that she would

forgotten that the same man had just forcefully kissed her and almost suffocated her a while ago. As a doctor, Natalie understood the human body structure well.

armpits were non-exposed and were rarely touched. The sensory system under the skin

itchiness.

to its itch but that induced by others

some.

sense of accomplishment 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 ticklish.

placed his hands on the railing.

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

mistook Edward to be her

she misbehaved and flirted with other

the image of him holding the woman in red. “Isn’t it true for Mr. Wilson too? Aren’t you shopping for

gritted his teeth.

think, Mr. Wilson? Our partnership will end in a month. Do you care who

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