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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such intimate gestures at work. It’s

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

confirming his

she did not want to get too close to

it you who said we’re just in

laugh followed. “You choose now to

of the ride was silent, with Hamilton’s mood

they reached their hotel

seven.

the door, Hamilton’s grip tightened

are you

capturing her lips with intense possessiveness, his scent

this

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

“Ms. Jenkins.”

went pale. “I’m

hummed nonchalantly. “Doesn’t matter. There are

with

was now certain that he did not appreciate Natalia’s occasional defiance.

you should do your part, right, Ms.

smile. “Fine. How would you like me to serve

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

act,

card into the electricity slot yet, so the room. completely

to ache. After that, it was mostly Hamilton moving with his hand

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whispered afterward, and she responded with

“Okay.”

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

Fowler, the clothes you requested.”

to Natalia, saying, “Get dressed. We’ve

to attend.”

event, but she knew better than to argue.

had insisted on putting

fuss, she changed her outfit and loosely twisted

the new attire, his lips

man offered his compliment without reserve.

“Mr. Fowler, you’re quite

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

she averted her gaze

like then? I’ll get it for you next time.”

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