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

on tiptoe and tied it for him.

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Fowler, I should get

she finished speaking, Hamilton grasped

this one, pick

frowned again. “Mr. Fowler, I’m going to be

hoped to reach the

just seemed indifferently. “So?”

another tie. Finally ready, she rushed towards

behind, “You’re almost late. Don’t take the bus. Come with me.”

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

grew at her eagerness to

Jenkins, are you afraid of

“Very.”

after what had happened,

she once covertly wished others knew about her relationship with Hamilton, now

her and said, “You’re that keen to disassociate from me,

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

Schafer.”

eyes narrowed, his expression

He grabbed her wrist and

Hamilton picked her up in his arms. “Hamilton! What

the passenger seat and didn’t speak until he

think some boundaries are yours to

expression stiffened. She had indeed been trying to establish boundaries with him. If sleeping with him was unavoidable, she wanted nothing else

what’s wrong with clearer boundaries?”

have nothing to do with me anymore. Now you’re still using my money, still my lover. Can you draw those lines if

She was still his lover, still using his

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didn’t want them to

could

her to face any more gossip after the recent

He reached over, pinching

you’re not feeling well,

a moment before replying.

at the office. Tess

are you alright?”

to

clung to her arm and said, “I was scared you’d do something drastic. Isn’t that what

hair. “I’m not that

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