Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart

Chapter 89

Natalia felt a pang in her chest as Hamilton spoke, his affection always seeming more like charity than genuine care. She was tired of entangling her thoughts in these emotions.

Looking up at him, she mustered a simple, “Thanks.”

Hamilton’s brows furrowed slightly, and a scoff escaped his lips, “Don’t mention it. Since you’re not burning up anymore, come on and eat something.”

Inhaling deeply, Natalia put her chaotic emotions aside, got out of bed, and took a shower.

When she came out of the bathroom, Hamilton had already dished out lunch.

Chicken soup.

A flicker of surprise crossed Natalia’s eyes; she actually quite liked chicken soup. As a child, her mother Tatiana would often make it for her.

“Why this?” she asked.

Hamilton arched a brow at her and asked back, “Isn’t this your favorite soup?”

Natalia’s grip on her spoon tightened unconsciously. It felt like ages before she whispered another, “Thank you.”

Hamilton’s face darkened at her excessively polite thanks. Ever since the miscarriage, it seemed she had adopted this attitude.

“Ms. Jenkins, fond of saying thanks, are we?”

Natalia’s lips pressed into a thin line. After a brief silence, she replied, “It’s just common

courtesy.”

Hamilton snorted, “You are indeed very ‘courteous“.”

Natalia glanced at him but remained silent, lifting her bowl to eat.

After lunch, Hamilton changed into fresh clothes, preparing for the office.

“Need more rest?” he asked.

Natalia shook her head and said, “No, I’m already behind on work. Can’t afford to lose more.

time.”

Hamilton nodded, watching her get dressed. As she was about to leave, he called out,

“Natalia.”

He stood at the bedroom door, holding a tie. “Come here, help me with this.”

paused, then walked over.

on tiptoe and

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Fowler, I should

she finished speaking, Hamilton grasped her

this one, pick another”

“Mr. Fowler, I’m going to be late.”

to reach the office before the

just seemed indifferently. “So?”

deep breath, Natalia patiently helped him choose another tie. Finally ready, she rushed

behind, “You’re almost late.

stopped dead, refusing, “Better not. People might get the wrong idea.”

her eagerness to set boundaries.

are you afraid of misunderstandings?”

“Very.”

happened, having felt the sting of

her relationship with Hamilton, now she wanted

“You’re that

deny it, “I don’t want to be accused of interfering with your

Schafer.”

narrowed, his expression darkening

and led her out the

up in his arms. “Hamilton! What are

remained silent, his face set in stone. He placed her in the passenger seat and didn’t speak until he was in

you think some boundaries are yours to draw?”

to establish boundaries with him. If sleeping with him

what’s wrong with clearer

steering wheel. “Unless you have nothing to do with me anymore. Now you’re still using my money, still my lover. Can you draw those lines if I don’t want you

still his

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be clear if he didn’t want them to be.

could you

face any more gossip after the

over, pinching her

it this afternoon. If you’re not

for a moment before replying. “Okay”

at the office. Tess

you alright?”

fine. Tess, sorry to worry you,”

was scared you’d do something drastic. Isn’t that what happens

ruffling Tess’s hair. “I’m not that fragile.”

know, I was thinking, if only you and Mr. Fowler were a thing, that would really tick off