Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart

Chapter 92

Natalia hung up Scarlett’s call and glanced over the brochure for the sanatorium. Just as Scarlett had said, the place had a great environment and top–notch care. The only headache was the medical bills.

She never wanted to sell the villa, but now, It seemed like the only way out.

As Natalia tucked the brochure away, her phone buzzed with a call from Hamilton.

“The contract’s solid. Ms. Jenkins, pack your bags; we’re heading to Boria City. I’ll meet you downstairs,” he said.

Natalia froze. “Mr. Fowler, isn’t it usually your executive secretary who travels with you?”

Hamilton chuckled softly. “What’s wrong with wanting your company?”

Stumped, Natalia struggled for words.

Finally, she said, “I have a lot on my plate right now, Mr. Fowler.”

“It’s your case, and you know it best. This is part of your job.”

Frowning deeply, Natalia protested, “But I haven’t even packed.”

His patience waning, Hamilton retorted, “Buy what you need in Boria City. I’m waiting downstairs. Hurry.”

With the call ending abruptly, Natalia felt a wave of frustration but resigned herself to the demands of work and packed quickly.

Before leaving, she notified Tess. “I’m off on a trip with Mr. Fowler. If you guys want to go ahead with the department dinner, don’t wait for me. I’ll reimburse you later.”

Tess shook her head. “No rush, we’ll wait for you, Boss.”

Natalia managed a smile, “That’s fine, too.”

Downstairs, Hamilton leaned back lazily in his Rolls–Royce, a cigarette between his fingers, the very picture of casual elegance.

Spotting Natalia, he raised an eyebrow, his gaze noting her pallor.

“What’s wrong? Feeling unwell?” he asked, concern creasing his brows.

Natalia shook her head. “I’m fine.”

Undeterred, Hamilton stepped out and checked her forehead for fever, then gently pressed her stomach. “No fever. Stomachache?”

His attentiveness was a paradox to Natalia, simultaneously pushing her away and pulling her in. Even knowing his tenderness was a trap, she sometimes swallowed it willingly.

“I’m fine,” she insisted, dodging his hand and getting into the car.

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the future, Mr. Fowler, please avoid such intimate

before he scoffed. “Seems you really don’t want to get

confirming his point.

get too close to him.

it you who said we’re just in a transaction?”

“You choose now to

rest of the ride was silent, with Hamilton’s mood visibly soured.

the time they reached their hotel in Boria City, it

seven.

Hamilton’s grip tightened

are

wait for her to react, capturing her lips with intense possessiveness, his

this

tasted blood in her mouth, Hamilton finally released her, his touch softening as he caressed her lips, then trailing

“Ms. Jenkins.”

face went pale. “I’m still on my period.”

There

lips tightened, but her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, vulnerable and seeking solace.

but quickly dismissed the urge. He was now certain that he did not appreciate Natalia’s

just a transaction, then you should do your part, right,

humiliated, Natalia forced a smile. “Fine. How would you like me to serve you, Mr.

her forced cheerfulness, but he

act, shadowed by another kiss, was brief and

card into the electricity slot yet, so the room. completely dark, which only

After that, it was mostly Hamilton moving with

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afterward, and she responded with a bitter smile.

“Okay.”

open the door, and Natalia saw it

the clothes you requested.”

and handed one bag to Natalia,

to attend.”

the unexpected event, but she knew better than to argue. And indeed, she had to give Hamilton some

knowing there was a dinner party, he had insisted on putting her through that little charade to

loosely twisted her hair into

eyes followed Natalia as she presented herself in the new attire, his lips curling into an

Jenkins, you look ravishing,” the man offered his compliment without reserve.

“Mr. Fowler, you’re

tugged at her earlobe. “What about those

she averted her gaze from

like then?

“Mr. Fowler, between