Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart

Chapter 79

Natalia was jolted awake by an intense thirst in the middle of the night. Her temples throbbed in painful beats. Her throat felt parched like the dry sands of a desert.

Instinctively, she reached for the space beside her, Hamilton wasn’t there. She had a faint. recollection of him coming home.

He must have left again. She thought.

Natalia let out a wry chuckle, swung her legs out of bed, and decided to head to the kitchen for a glass of water.

Stepping out of the bedroom, she caught sight of a figure on the balcony.

The man had an impressive physique, yet he seemed somewhat forlorn against the dark night sky.

He was in a bad mood. Natalia could tell that at a glance..

She didn’t interfere, nor did she ask. In this world, the only person who could affect his mood that way was probably Eveleen.

She moved alone into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water. After drinking, she returned to the bedroom. Just as she was about to drift off, the bedroom door swung open.

Hamilton stood in the doorway, his expression unreadable, but the heavy scent of tobacco clung to him.

“Awake?” Hamilton’s voice, deep and tinged with irritation, broke the silence.

Natalia’s lips twitched, “Yeah. You need something, Mr. Fowler? If not, I’m going back to sleep.”

Hamilton let out a scoffing laugh, “Do

you

remember what you said?”

Natalia’s eyebrows furrowed sharply She couldn’t remember. All she recalled was Hamilton

forcing her to drink when he came back. Nothing beyond that.

“Sorry, it’s a blank, she admitted and turned over, ready to sleep again. But her wrist was suddenly seized.

Before she could struggle, Hamilton leaned over and pinned her down.

“Don’t remember?” The smile on his lips turned colder. “Let me jog your memory.”

His teeth grazed her neck, nipping a tender piece of flesh with excruciating precision.

Natalia writhed under the sharp pain, “Hamilton, what madness is this!”

out a chuckle, “Let’s just say I’ve gone

the

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chest had been aflame with an unquenchable fire. He had no place to vent it and no way

anymore, yet she never mentioned it, and still

playing at? Torturing herself? Or seeking revenge in

paid what he owed and made the necessary reparations. Why

was the most useless of emotions.

But now…

couldn’t have children anymore, he found it laughably ironic that he felt a twinge

slightly reddened, bore into the woman beneath him, “Natalia, you’re quite something.”

Because of that thing I said to Eveleen? If you can’t handle the game, Mr. Fowler,

was his only reply before he bit down on her lip. “I can’t handle it? Natalia, let’s see how you like playing

leaving a trail of ambiguous red marks. on her pale, soft

but his dominance left

want this!”

pinned her hands above her head, “Can’t handle it anymore, my

Hamilton’s shoulder in a burst of defiance. He

day, Natalia woke up well past ten in

at the

at her phone and saw a message from him: [You can take another

to hear him call her that. Now,

Chapter

argue. She spent the whole day in bed, only returning to the office the

with near–tears of joy, “Boss, you’re finally here!

vague smile, “Had a bit of a health scare. Needed minor surgery.”

I see.

Natalia replied as she pushed open the door to her

moment she entered, she stopped dead in her tracks. Then she let out

secretary had warned her, seeing the person before her

cousin. As

got ties to Eveleen, hence the cushy gig. She’s clueless, bosses everyone around, and has a temper like a bull in a china shop. Already drove a

Natalia

approached her desk, where Giselle seemed engrossed in a call. Looking up and seeing Natalia, Giselle’s face lit up with a grin, “Cousin, guess who I just saw?”

other end made Giselle laugh even more.

Natalia with a smirk, “And here I was, thinking it was someone important. Just the daughter of some old fling who’s repeating her mother’s same old

darkened instantly, “Giselle, maybe you should ask Eveleen why she got

soured; she had heard about Eveleen’s misfortune. And to top it off,

me? You’re a bastard child. Do you