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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avoid such intimate gestures at work.

“Seems you really don’t

silent, confirming his point.

she did not want to get too close to

you who said we’re just in

followed. “You

rest of the ride was silent, with Hamilton’s

was at four o’clock. By the time they reached their hotel in Boria

seven.

Hamilton’s grip tightened on her wrist, pinning her against

are you

to react, capturing her lips with intense

this

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

“Ms. Jenkins.”

pale. “I’m still

“Doesn’t matter. There are

lips tightened, but her eyes shimmered with

softened but quickly dismissed the urge. He was now certain that he

just a transaction, then you should do your

a smile. “Fine. How would you like

cheerfulness, but he

act, shadowed by another kiss,

the electricity slot yet, so the room.

After that, it was mostly Hamilton moving with his

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and she responded with

“Okay.”

door. Hamilton went to open the

clothes

handed one bag to Natalia,

to attend.”

better than to argue. And indeed, she had to

there was a dinner party, he had insisted on putting her through

and loosely

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

ravishing,” the man offered his compliment

Fowler, you’re quite the looker

at her earlobe. “What about those earrings I got you? I’ve never seen you wear

tightened, and she averted her gaze from Hamilton. “I’m

it. “What do you like then?

long lashes drooped as she replied, “Mr. Fowler, between you and me, I prefer cash.”