Turning Of The Tide

Chapter 341

When Natalie returned to her room, she was not pretending to sleep. When Trevon Wilson returned, she was already asleep. This made him wonder if his guess was wrong.

However, this shouldn’t be the current reaction given the deep relationship between Natalie and Barron. In the past, the two of them had to rely on each other for survival.

It was obvious that she loved her grandfather very much.

After the divorce, she could actually buy a house, but she didn’t. Trevon asked this question, and Natalie said, “Because renting a house is different from buying a house. The rented house belongs to someone else. You can accept that no one lights it up for you, but buying a house is different. It’s your new home. If it’s dark every time you go home, it doesn’t feel like a home.”

Thinking back to what she had said, it was very sad. It could be seen how unacceptable it was for her that Barron passed

away.

He stood by the bed and frowned slightly. In the end, he lay down under the blanket and hugged her to sleep as usual It was a quiet night, and she didn’t dream. Perhaps it was because of the sense of security he exuded.

The next morning, the sky was clear. Sherri Landor sent a message early in the morning suggesting a spring outing. Natalie typed in a few messages on WhatsApp. She lied and said that she had something to do today and could not go together. She did not reveal what had happened in the past few days. She did not want Sherri to feel burdened and worried. If Sherri found out, she would definitely not hang out with Hackett Blackwell today. She would definitely rush over. After replying to the messages, she saw that Trevon was still asleep. She wondered whether he was going to the office today. She moved a small stool and sat on the carpet. She took a piece of paper and a pen and began to plan for today and

tomorrow.

The title was “The Timetable of Farewells.”

Climbing mountains because when she was young, she often climbed small mountains with her grandfather. At that time, her grandfather was not very old and did not have pancreatic cancer. He always accompanied her to find the beauty of nature and released their unhappiness by shouting at the mountains.

Rock climbing was a sport she liked in university. For her, every time she encountered difficulties, she would climb once. Every time she succeeded, her mental state would be different.

One project after another was decided. There was boxing, cycling, dancing, piano playing…

These were all taught to her by her grandfather. Even riding a bicycle was taught to her by her grandfather by a professional.

Trevon had woken up long ago. He sat on the bed and watched the woman on the ground busily writing something. He was very curious. He thought that she would be depressed when she woke up in the morning, but it was not the case. He quietly got out of bed and stood behind her. He glanced at the things on the paper. “Are you going today?”

Without turning around, she replied, “Yeah. Go to work. I’ll go myself. Don’t worry.”

Trevon lied, “Father didn’t let me go to the company and asked me to prepare for the wedding, so I could only stay at home. Why don’t you take me to experience your schedule?”

She turned her head to look at his face and saw that he was expressionless and serious. She knew that he was worried, even if he did not show it. “Sure, time is tight.”

needed to be in a

them hurriedly changed their clothes. After getting dressed, Trevon asked, “Do you want to ride or drive?” Natalie thought for a moment. There was no sadness on her face. “Ride. You

did not want to touch the motorcycle now

who was standing at the side, was in a daze. She stared

she wrapped her arms tightly around his waist. As they rode on the Athana road, the memories replayed in front of her eyes. Her tears drifted as the motorcycle

the change in her. He endured it, but

a hill. He got down, took a hat, and put it on her head.

the mountain. It was as if they were really here to climb the mountain. Every step was a farewell to the past. They walked past their memories and walked toward the future. There was no turning back. There

Trevon still stood silently and did not disturb her. She stood at a spot and shouted into the mountain again and agam. It was the method

is the way Grandpa taught me to vent. When I was young, as long as I was unhappy or did badly in the exams. Grandpa would bring me up the mountain to vent. After venting. I would continue to work hard. Grandpa often said that climbing the mountain is like walking through life. You can’t jump on the steep cliff. You have to be careful step by step and not make any big mistakes. Once you make a mistake, you won’t

young. Now, I seem to understand what Grandpa was implying. He was subtly telling me that he had made a mistake and couldn’t change it.”

listened to her quietly. He walked closer to her and hugged her shoulders as they looked at the scenery of Athana. He opened his thin lips slightly and said. “No matter what, you still have me.

on his shoulder. The quiet company had always been the most healing and respectful.

thoughts and their own unique way of

to climb. The two of them began to

order not to make their hands tremble, they chose to play the piano first. The venue was Lithern Club.

romantic event

being exhausted. Trevon suggested that they continue tomorrow. She did not object. She slept especially quietly that night. Trevon was also very obedient. He just quietly accompanied

in the morning and slept until

the morning in bed.

Lithern Club. Surprisingly, Frank Roberts was in the office. Trevon led Natalie into the

about to take an afternoon nap. He was very relaxed. Trevon noticed that Natalie’s mood

laid lazily on the sofa with his legs crossed,

He glanced at Natalie,

borrow your piano, Trevon said.

first floor. I didn’t lock it, so there’s no need to pretend to be very

to see if you’re lovesick. If you’re depressed, I can still

your whole family,” Frank

score of a

it and pressed every note. A nice melody sounded at Lithern Club. Every

but it was not bad. It was much better than many professionals. She controlled every rhythm very well. Trevon Wilson stood at the side and stared at Natalie Foster on the stage. This was the first time he had seen Natalie play the piano. It was beautiful and charming,

heart ached slightly.