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 gestures at work.

before he scoffed. “Seems you

confirming his

did not want to get too

we’re just in a transaction?”

cold laugh followed. “You

the ride was silent, with Hamilton’s mood

time they reached

seven.

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

are

her to react, capturing her lips with

this

her, his touch softening

“Ms. Jenkins.”

“I’m still

hummed nonchalantly. “Doesn’t matter. There are other ways,

her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, vulnerable

certain that he did not appreciate Natalia’s occasional

should do your

smile. “Fine. How would

cheerfulness, but he said simply, “Use your hand.”

beneath his belt. The act, shadowed by another kiss, was brief and intense.

key card into the electricity slot yet, so the room. completely dark, which only added extra thrill to

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

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good, Natalia,” he whispered afterward, and she responded with a bitter

“Okay.”

to open the door, and Natalia saw

Fowler, the clothes you

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

to attend.”

knew better than to argue. And indeed, she had to give Hamilton some credit.

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

much fuss, she changed her outfit and loosely twisted her hair into a casual updo.

Natalia as she presented herself in the new attire, his lips

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

chuckled. “Mr. Fowler, you’re quite the looker yourself.”

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

smile tightened, and she averted her gaze

it. “What do you like then? I’ll get it

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