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.”

then

stood on tiptoe and tied it for him.

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Fowler, I should

she finished speaking, Hamilton grasped

don’t like this one, pick

I’m going to be

to reach the office before

just seemed indifferently. “So?”

breath, Natalia patiently helped him choose another tie. Finally

late. Don’t take the bus. Come with me.”

refusing, “Better not. People

her eagerness to set boundaries.

you

“Very.”

more than afraid after what had happened,

once covertly wished others knew about her relationship with Hamilton, now she wanted nothing of the sort.

said, “You’re that keen to

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

Schafer.”

eyes narrowed, his expression darkening further.

grabbed her wrist and led her out the

her up in his arms. “Hamilton!

in stone. He placed her in the passenger seat and didn’t speak until he was in the driver’s seat.

you think some boundaries are

been trying to establish boundaries with him. If sleeping with him was unavoidable, she wanted nothing else

with

the 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

no comeback. She was still his lover,

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didn’t want them

Then Mi. Fowler, could you let me out early?”

her to face any

reached over, pinching her

overdo it this afternoon. If you’re

for a moment before replying.

office.

are you

to worry

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

hair. “I’m not

looked around conspiratorially and said, “You know, I was thinking, if only you