Turning Of The Tide

Chapter 517

After Christina sat down, Joseph wiped the other stool and adjusted his clothes before slowly taking a seat.

From Christina’s perspective, she could see the snow on Joseph’s shoulder. She also noticed that the color of his arm on one side was darker. Today’s snow had a slight drizzle mixed in.

Christina instinctively looked at her own clothes, and she noticed that there was not a single snowflake on them. This action from Joseph was akin to throwing a stone into the deepest part of the lake, hitting the very center of it.

After staring blankly for a while, she took out a packet of tissues from her handbag and handed it over to him, gesturing for him to wipe. “Wipe your shoulder,” she said. “It’s a little wet.”

Joseph took the packet of tissues and pulled one out, but he could not manage to wipe the particularly dark spot. Christina could not bear to watch. She stood up, walked over to Joseph’s back, and took the tissues from the table. Silently, she helped him wipe away the snow from his clothes, gently patting it off first and then absorbing the moisture with the tissues.

Christina spent several minutes doing this, and throughout, Joseph had a smile on his face, remaining still as Christina helped him.

“Done,” Christina said, feeling th

fabric with her fingertips and double-checking it.

“Thank you,” Joseph said. Just as Christina was about to leave, Joseph quickly grabbed her wrist and asked her a question to sound her out. “Do you want to build a snowman?” he said.

Christina thought, “Build a snowman?

“What a distant memory. How many years ago was it when I last built a snowman?” Ever since Chris went to college, he had no intention of taking over the company. This heavy burden had fallen on her shoulders.

The major that she chose was not a major that she loved, but she did not regret it. Among the three children, there had to be one to help out as their parents continued to get older.

-She thought, “I think I built a snowman with Stella when I was in my senior years at high school.

“It seems like it. I can’t remember.”

Joseph had always been observant. He could discern her true thoughts from her silence. He pulled her to sit on a stool. Then, he turned around and went to a spacious place. After choosing a spot, Joseph began to collect snow from the snowy environment. His warm hands were swiftly numbed by the cold.

The busy figure in the snow once again left Christina in a daze. This man was really skilled in understanding Christina’s feelings. Step by step, he entered her heart silently. She was completely unguarded.

Joseph did not talk about love or affection. Ever since he confessed, he did not ask her if she wanted to be with him, nor did he rush her to make a decision. It was as if he was not the one who had confessed.

Joseph walked back and forth, exposing himself in the rain. A pile of snow had already piled up in the open space. Christina could not stay seated. Joseph’s intention was to capture Christina’s attention, not through his busy figure but through the charm of the snow. However, Joseph did not know that Christina was actually paying attention to him.

She got up, walked over to Joseph, tugged at her coat, and squatted down. No one was holding an umbrella. The snow was still falling. “What should I do?” she asked.

Upon hearing this, the man beside her smiled and said, “I’ll collect the snow, and you can form the snow into shapes.” He would handle the laborious work. She just needed to work on the design in one spot.

“There’s quite a lot of snow here,” Christina said. “Don’t go to get more snow.” Christina felt the urge to hold Joseph’s hands, wanting to know how cold his hands were.

In the end, she gave up, thinking that it was somewhat inappropriate. When her hand touched the snow, she no longer needed to feel the temperature of Joseph’s hands. The coldness of the snow made Christina shiver, but she smiled happily and began to make snowballs. Joseph helped create the snowman’s body, concerned that she might be too cold.

of them worked together and soon, they finished making a snowman. Joseph took off the scarf around his

that he shook his shoulders. It was

were getting warm

people to have a view of the scene

by one, curiously craned their necks. One of them asked, “Ethan,

“Are you blind?”

has gotten into a romantic

as if he was looking at an idiot. He thought, “Is this being in

especially Christina. She had a long-lost

snowman, while Joseph was looking at her. When she turned around and mentioned wanting to take a photo so that it could serve as a keepsake of this moment,

element entered their bodies. The two of them, who were half-squatting, looked

increasingly closer to what their desires guided them toward. Christina followed her heart and tilted her head. Just when both of them were only half an inch apart, a sneeze

the romantic moment, she immediately stood up awkwardly. She lowered her head, pressed her right index finger

serious. He nodded and said, “Okay.”

at Christina’s back as she left hurriedly, Joseph first smiled. Then, he restrained

who was upstairs, saw the person coming out, he

later, Ethan stood beside Joseph. The person who sneezed was Benjamin the driver.

and said, “What a coincidence, Mr. Turner, I just wanted to see how things are developing

be happy when their good time is disrupted? If it were me, I would have long removed Benjamin’s arm.” He had seen

that Joseph would get angry, so he kicked Benjamin first, saying, “Hurry up and apologize to Mr.

signals from Ethan. He then looked at Joseph, who was as cold as the snowman nearby. Benjamin began to panic. “Mr. Turner, I was wrong,” he said. “I was wrong. Can I go back

to run now? Can I act as if he didn’t see me? Sneezing isn’t something I

then there’s

very calm as he

to the shoulder

shook his head and said, “No. I’m not. My hand isn’t fully healed yet.”

at the snowman behind him and said, “I don’t want to see any

stand in this spot and

wander around late at night instead of sleeping? And now I can’t

from Ethan’s hand and said, “Put the shoe inserts

it, Mr.

punished, burst out laughing. He said, “Haha. Mr. Turner thinks you’re short.

Shoe inserts.”

another solid kick, saying, “Just a reminder. There shouldn’t be any

to the harsh reality. He thought, “What? It’s still-snowing now. How is it possible for the steps to be snow-free? Isn’t this like asking someone to sweep the fallen leaves away and make a courtyard clean all the time during

trying to play a prank on me, seeking revenge. My damn nose.