Turning Of The Tide

Chapter 146

Chapter 146

Having just finished her shower, Natalie prepared to slip into the cozy comfort of her bed and won the her son ter sleep. As she settled under the covers, her phone chimed with a message. Without a doubt, it wors from that man. “Sorry, can you retune me from your blocklist?

She swiftly dismissed the message, paying it no mind, and lifted the covers to snuggle in Tenderly, the tidied up her soHIS bedding. “Jasper, it’s 8.00 PM. for us to turn in. Little ones must be fast asleep before 220 PM Close your little peepers

now.”

The little one blinked his innocent eyes, filled with anticipation. “Mommy, Auntie Ava. Unele Joseph ?

Upon hearing his words, the little one yearned for his Auntie Ava and Uncle Joseph Natalie playfully pinched his tiny noe and leaned down to give him an affectionate nudge. “You miss them, huh? Well, we’ll have to wait a little longer. Auntie Aora and Uncle Joseph will be here next month. When they arrive, Mommy will take some time off so we can all go out and have

a blast. How does that sound?”

The little one beamed with delight, his face radiating pure innocence. “Sounds awesome” And with that, he obediently closed his eyes.

Natalie leaned down once again, planting a tender kiss on Jasper’s forehead “Sleep tight. Mommy’s right here to watch over you.”

The early spring sunlight bathed everything in its gentle warmth the following morning, accompanied by a playful breeze that tickled the skin.

This kind of weather was made for riding a motorbike, and the thought alone excited Natalie. She made her way to the garage, fastened her helmet securely, inserted the keand y into the ignition. The engine roared to life, and the exhilarating, sound sent a surge of energy through her. With her long legs grounded, she started the bike and expertly positioned her legs on each side. As she accelerated, she couldn’t help but notice the envious glances the attracted from onlookers.

Just as Natalie set off, a sleek black Maybach followed closely. He had sent her a message the night before, but the had yet to dismiss it, not expecting any response. She had refrained from blocking his new number, a gesture of tolerance.

don’t you think Mrs. Wilson looks incredibly cool riding that motorbike Can you imagine how exhilarating

he would wait. His slow and cautious approach to wooing Natalie seemed akin to a snail’s pace, unlike the proactive nature of Mr. Blackwell. Although Mr. Blackwell’s methods carried risks, he had at least made a bold move to assert his

of himself and Natalie riding motorbikes

of response from Trevon seated behind him, Jim began to regret his playful comment. After a short while, Trevon said, “Prepare a dress suitable for someone around 5.9 feet tall. It should be long, reaching the floor with a daring high slit. And don’t forget a wig

of the car, causing Trevon to be jostled slightly. A somber expression settled on Wilson’s face, but he

went from anticipation to a mix of

grew even more grim. “Enough with the useless chatter. I told you to prepare, so get it done. And buy an inconspicuous

into a woman to pursue Mrs. Wilson?

unbelievable.

thoughts, Trevon interjected abruptly. “Stop indulging

contemplated sharing the astonishing news with Frank and the others if given the opporturaty Is Mr. Wilson planning to dress in women’s attire to pursue Mrs. Wilson? Well, the mental image

walked into the office and immediately noticed a compicuous bouquet of fiery red roses adorning her desk. It commanded attention, its size

its contents a tad cliché “Spring has arrived. Love is bloworning I offer this bouquet of roses to express my heartfelt affection. Waste no time, my

the card momentarily, a hint of smugness tugging at her expression. She couldn’t help but feel a twinge

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a liking for

hesitation, she pulled out her phone and snapped a photo of the bouquet with

finishing her outfit before picking it up. As she read the message, a wave of discomfort washed

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