Turning Of The Tide

Chapter 177

After tidying up everything. the sky was already dark. The clear, bright moon hung high in the sky, scattering faint rays of moonlight that enveloped the flowering cherry trees in the neighborhood. There was a night breeze, and the blooming cherry flowers fluttered down as if they were dancing gracefully.

Natalie Foster leaned against the balcony railing and realized that all the flowering peach trees in the neighborhood had been replaced by flowering cherry trees. Furthermore, every tree was in full bloom.

She had always had the habit of coming to the balcony before she slept. Why didn’t she notice this a few days ago? Her gaze was fixed on the fluttering petals of the cherry blossoms that covered the sky. They cascaded gently to the ground with the wind. The sight was very beautiful. Looking at the picturesque scenery actually made Natalie feel much better.

After cleaning up the kitchen. Trevon Wilson saw the woman leaning against the railing with her back facing him. He slowly walked closer and said. “What are you looking at?”

Upon hearing this, Natalie turned her head and glanced sideways at the man. At this moment, Trevon looked more like a down-to-earth mortal. He was no longer impeccably dressed in a suit and leather shoes. He was only wearing a simple blue pajamas. Although Natalie knew without thinking that the price of pajamas would not be low, it made him more approachable than when he wore formal attire.

She did not answer Trevon’s question. When she recalled that he also lived in this district, she asked, “Isn’t the district supposed to be filled with flowering peach trees? How did those trees get replaced by flowering cherry trees?”

Trevon lowered his eyes and looked down. The sight was not bad. He said calmly. “Perhaps the owner of this neighborhood district thought that the cherry blossoms looked better, so he changed the peach trees.”

Natalie continued to ask, “Do you know the owner of this district?”

Trevon answered immediately “No, I don’t.”

If Hackett Blackwell were present, he would have said. “You son of a bitch. You are valuing lovers over friends. Who was the one who competed with me with his baby butt exposed to see who could pee further away?”

When Trevon said that, Natalie didn’t doubt him. After all, Athana was so big. It wasn’t possible for him to know “I’ll go to bed first. Remember to lock the door for me when you leave.”

Was she planning to chase him away again? What do you plan to do?”

everyone.

emerge eventually.” How

don’t have to chase me away. I

the room and closing the door, she was hesitating over whether to lock the door. After thinking about it, she decided to forget it. If she locked

she lay there. She tossed and turned on the bed. Ethan White hadn’t regained

eyeballs were moving visibly

his feet were too big and the surface area in contact with the floor was also big and

that you wouldn’t

Was she

I can’t sleep with you around.” It would be strange if she could fall asleep when another person suddenly appeared

go to bed early. I’ll be

wondering why she didn’t hear the door when she was engrossed

open

little soft. With his weight, he instantly sank into it, forming a human-shaped depression. He grumbled in his heart. Why did she buy such a soft sofa? Was

hit himself against it? Wasn’t this sofa

made of jelly. It was normal

the sofa. He pushed open the master bedroom door. As the sofa was too soft, he did not sleep very soundly. True enough, the woman on the bed was having a

was still huddled under the blanket. He gently patted her back to soothe her to sleep. When she felt the comforting embrace, the woman in his arms gradually calmed down.

relaxed. After a while, there was the sound of even breathing in his arms. Only

was being pricked by needles. Sure enough, ber toughness during the day was just a pretense. She even claimed that she wanted to catch the mastermind. She was just trying to spur herself

woman have to act so strong? Couldn’t she just leave everything to

years? The more Trevon thought about it, the more his

He entered the search query “keeps crying and having nightmares in the middle of the night”. It would have been better if he hadn’t checked. His heart was in

was probably not suffering from depression, let alone mental illness. It seemed that he had to think of a way to let her

but Trevon’s facial features loomed up before her eyes. His chiseled face and the stubble on his chin made

daze. He did not feel that