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 walked

stood on tiptoe and tied

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Fowler, I should get

finished speaking, Hamilton grasped her

this one,

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

hoped to reach the office before the afternoon

seemed indifferently.

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

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

stopped dead, refusing, “Better not. People might

her

Jenkins, are you

“Very.”

what had happened, having felt the sting of public scorn.

about her relationship with Hamilton, now she wanted nothing of

just looked at her and said, “You’re that keen to

to be accused

Schafer.”

eyes narrowed, his expression

her wrist and led her out

her up in his arms.

placed her in the passenger seat

think some boundaries are

with him. If sleeping with him was unavoidable, she wanted nothing else to

with

leaned casually against the seat, one hand on 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 don’t want

his lover, still

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he didn’t

bitterly. Then Mi. Fowler, could

objections, he didn’t want her to face any more gossip after the recent online

reached over, pinching her

this afternoon. If you’re not feeling well, tell me.”

silent for a moment

office. Tess rushed

you alright?”

sorry to worry you,” Natalia nodded.

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

Tess’s hair. “I’m

was thinking, if only you and Mr. Fowler were