Turning Of The Tide

Chapter 339

In Trevon’s room on the second floor of the Wilson’s residence, Natalie studied her grandfather’s diary and flipped through it after taking a shower.

Jasper was taken away by Rachel again. There were only two of them in the room.

Trevon came out of the bathroom. He was half-naked and had a white towel wrapped around his lower body. There were still water droplets on his chest that had yet to be dried. They slowly spread to the towel around his waist. It was sexy and bewitching. The moment Natalie looked up, she saw the man’s seductive figure.

Swallowing her saliva, she wouldn’t let the beauty disturb her and immediately diverted her gaze. She raised the diary in her hand and said to Trevon, “What kind of password do you think it will be? I don’t know what number Grandpa might like. It should be a password to memorize something, but it’s not my birthday or Grandpa’s birthday. I don’t want to destroy it.”

She said a series of concerns and frustrations. She curled her legs and rested her chin on one hand as she thought.

“If you can’t open it, then don’t. Anyway, the book is in your hands. Think of a few more passwords and you’ll be able to open it. There’s no hurry. Trevon comforted.

When Natalie heard this, she was stunned for a moment before quickly returning to normal. “Yes, you’re right. It’s not like Ill lose it anyway. I’ll be able to open it sooner or later. If I really can’t open it. I’ll have to pick the lock. At the moment, I don’t want to destroy anything Grandpa left behind.”

Trevon was actually not very emotional today. He only said calmly. “You’d better hurry up and sleep. When I come back from the study, if you’re still awake, you know what will happen.”

His words were full of threats. Natalie naturally understood what this threat meant. She rolled her eyes at the man who was standing lazily. Trevon Wilson, be a human.”

After having sex, he really let himself go.

Although she said that, she immediately lay down and pulled the blanket over her, preparing to sleep.

She looked like she was trying to reduce her presence. It was really funny.

When Trevon came back from the study, he looked at the diary on the bedside table. His eyes were dark and bottomless.

Looking at the woman sleeping quietly on the bed, he had mixed feelings.

This woman had actually forgotten that he was an expert at picking locks. Didn’t he pick the lock of the balcony when he climbed the wall back then? She actually didn’t remember at all. He didn’t know if she would remember tomorrow. He had a feeling that he wouldn’t be able to hide it for long.

He would hide it for as long as he could. He would talk about it when he really couldn’t hide it anymore.

in his heart and walked to the bed. He took the diary and gently closed the door before walking towards the study. The moment

been bullied, isolated, and mocked since she was young, she was especially sensitive to gazes and words. As long as

something she didn’t want to care about at all, then she wouldn’t care about other people’s

in a daze and would glance at the diary from time to time. There was an imperceptible emotion hidden in his eyes. She could tell, but she did not expose it. She could

password. However, he could clearly pick

his behavior

As expected…

it was good or bad, she could accept it. She had accepted her mother’s death, her grandparents” death, and her godmother’s death. What else could she not

wrong to anyone before today. After today, I made a mistake.

the diary. It only recorded the old man’s daily account of the wrongdoings he had

knew I was wrong. All I could do was treat Natalie

nurture her well

all because of my mistake I didn’t

wound as soon as the came back. She didn’t want me to know, so

speech. It was just a few words. Not only did it

relieved and guilty. Originally, she did not need to hide in the dark and let herself be outstanding. She could be

I’ve ever

After reading the diary, it was already about four in

to his grandfather and hadn’t behaved so despicably previously

diary Every line of words was engraved in his

the bottom of a pot. His darkened again and again. He exhaled and reached out to close the diary. He covered it heavily with

once again locked by a

the diary, he did not return to the bedroom immediately. This

he would not

He glanced at the diary on the

the door of the master bedroom. Natalie was already asleep. She was sleeping very quietly. He stood at the door and looked at the person on the bed. He felt

He lifted the blanker