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Foster leaned against the balcony railing and realized that all the flowering peach trees in the neighborhood had been replaced by flowering cherry trees.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.

just go to work normally. The snake will emerge eventually.” How could they not come out to hunt

You don’t have to chase me away. I will leave after you catch the

hesitating over whether to lock the door. After thinking about it, she decided to

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

eyes were closed but her eyeballs were moving visibly beneath her

a shock. Why didn’t this guy make a sound when he walked? Was it because his feet were too big and the surface area in contact with the floor was

wouldn’t be able to sleep, so I want to help soothe you to sleep.”

Now, she was fretting over Trevon. Was she Jasper? Did she still need

around.” It would be

bed early. I’ll be

to close the door. Natalie was wondering why she didn’t hear the door when she was engrossed in deep thought

open

lot of potential. After Trevon came out, he lay down on the sofa. The sofa was a little soft. With his weight, he instantly sank into it, forming

would hit himself against it? Wasn’t this sofa a

was not made of jelly. It was normal for boys to bump into things here and there.

master bedroom door. As the sofa

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

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

sleeping face, his heart ached like it was being pricked by needles. Sure enough, ber toughness during the day was

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

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

hand and gently took out his cell phone to check something. He entered the search query “keeps crying and having nightmares in the middle of the night”.

Natalie to be traumatized. She was probably not suffering from depression, let alone mental illness. It seemed that

neck felt very sore. She wanted to turn her head, but Trevon’s facial features loomed up before her eyes. His chiseled face and the stubble on

daze. He did not feel that he was doing anything wrong with his