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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Mr. Fowler, please avoid such intimate gestures at work.

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

silent, confirming his

to get too close to him. Not anymore.

wasn’t it you who said we’re just in a transaction?” she

followed. “You

ride was silent, with Hamilton’s

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

seven.

Natalia stepped through the door, Hamilton’s grip tightened on her wrist, pinning

what are you doing?”

react, capturing her lips with intense possessiveness, his scent enveloping

this

Hamilton finally released her, his touch softening as he caressed her lips,

“Ms. Jenkins.”

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

There are other ways, right?”

but her eyes shimmered with unshed

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

then you should do your part, right,

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

her forced cheerfulness, but he said simply,

act, shadowed by another kiss, was brief and

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

long for Natalia’s arm to ache. After that, it was mostly Hamilton moving with his hand over hers.

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and she

“Okay.”

Hamilton went to open the door, and Natalia saw it seemed to be one of Hamilton’s bodyguards.

Fowler, the clothes you

handed one bag to Natalia, saying, “Get dressed. We’ve got a

to attend.”

unexpected event, but she knew better than to argue. And indeed, she

dinner party, he had insisted on putting her through

fuss, she changed her outfit and loosely

she presented herself in the new attire, his

look ravishing,” the man offered his compliment

Fowler, you’re quite the looker

approached and playfully tugged at her earlobe. “What about those earrings I got you?

she averted her gaze from Hamilton.

“What do you like

as she replied, “Mr. Fowler, between you and me,