Turning Of The Tide

Chapter 273

After returning to Evergreen Gardens.

Natalie prepared dinner. She cooked a few homely dishes. After Trevon finished eating, he told her he needed to go out.

Natalie did not ask him where he was going, she simply said, “Okay.”

After almost two hours. Trevon still had not returned. She was worried. She was alone in the big suite.

Since she was bored, Natalie decided to clean the suite. An hour later, she was covered in sweat all over.

She walked into the master bedroom, took her pajamas from her suitcase, and went to the bathroom to shower.

Half an hour later, a pure white towel hung on her head. Her hair was still wet, and she kept wiping it with one hand. As soon as she stepped out of the bathroom, she bumped into Trevon, who was opening the door.

Their eyes met at that moment. Trevon tightened his grip on the documents. His heart skipped a beat, and his composure in the underground parking lot was broken again. He tried his best to control himself, remained calm, and smiled. “Have you

taken a shower?”

Natalie paused for a few seconds and continued to wipe her hair. She glanced at the folder in his hand and asked casually. “What’s this? Why does it look so old?”

Trevon subconsciously moved the documents behind him and kept looking at her. He looked at her with a deep gaze and wanted to hug her. He took a step forward and kissed her forehead with heartache. “I’ll put the company’s documents in the safe first. Wait for me to blow dry your hair.”

Natalie nodded. She believed him without a doubt and replied calmly, “Sure.”

She did not know anything about the company, so there was nothing to ask. Even if she asked, she would not be able to give a response. It was not her area of expertise, to begin with.

After a while, Trevon came out. He came out of the study and went into the bathroom.

After a while, he held a white hairdryer in his hand and pulled her to sit on the sofa. He sat down and let her head rest on his long legs. “If you’re tired, take a nap. I’ll carry you in when you fall asleep.”

Her wet hair instantly soaked his dry pants. His movements were very gentle and familiar. He inserted his fingers into her hair and curled it up slightly. The hot wind from the hairdryer dried the moisture on the ends of her hair bit by bit.

It was very comfortable. Even her cells were relaxing. She finally knew why many liked to visit beauty salons and massage shops. It was indeed quite comfortable and enjoyable.

Natalie closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment. Gradually, she got used to his service. Her red lips parted as she spoke, “Is Jasper obedient over there?”

low and hoarse voice broke the silence

was apparent that Jasper liked the Wilson’s residence, including Rachel, Mr.

wonder Jasper was unwilling to come back. What a heartless

the side of the sofa and did not get up. His fingers fiddled with her hair, arranging it layer by layer. He was patient and careful. Suppressing

thinking he wanted to chat with her, so

relationship known to

their gazes met, she felt he was not in the right frame of mind. He had a somber expression, and she suspected he was suppressing something. Seeing that

understand the joys and sorrows of their own life. It was unnecessary to be high-profile in one’s life choices. This was the case for happiness, and it was the same for love. She felt

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be able to

lifted Natalie by her hips. Natalie straddled between his legs and faced him. She subconsciously wrapped her

reflection. His eyes were deep set

covered hers. His breathing was heavy Natalie felt that he could no

sat on his lap and opened her mouth slightly. She panted heavily. A thought immediately flashed across her

different from before Coupled with her sensitivity, how could she not notice the

head, pressed his forehead against hers, and expressed his desires, “I want to

lap. It was just that it was difficult to ignore. She knew about his desires and could guess what he wanted. She had not expected

gaze without looking at him. Her hands were still wrapped

gradually became more

not drawn, and the wind rustled the tree branches outside the window. It swayed unsteadily as if it would fall to the ground

for one another. They were passionate in bed under the moonlight and the sky full of stars. The couple had a fire burning in their belly. It was as if they were a match made

heaven.

even have the strength to raise her arms. Trevon let go of her. He

me to see? Im so tired.

language could not hide her feelings. She was still curious about what was on the ceiling. She

from light to dark. The flowers formed a heart shape, and a

When she first came in, she did not see this. The first time she arrived at “Trevon’s place, she did not

her, who had a mischievous smile on his

“What is this?”

ordinary flower nor an ordinary decoration. The next second, his

he wanted to. “This is a flower you planted. The color of the flower depends on how loud you shouted just now. A passionate scream will turn the flower in the center red. A soft moan will turn the flowers at the side pale pink. All of them will bloom according to your voice. You are the

kind and patient in explaining the difference in color as he pointed his long fingers at the flowers on the ceiling.

her eyes. Was Trevon trying to make her grateful for

“This person must

and continued his explanation. He leaned close to her reddened ear and said, “120