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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Fowler, please avoid such intimate gestures at work. It’s

“Seems you really don’t want

confirming his point.

she did not want to get

we’re just

laugh followed. “You choose now to

was silent, with

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

seven.

grip tightened on her wrist, pinning

what are

didn’t wait for her to react, capturing her lips with intense possessiveness,

this

she tasted blood in her mouth, Hamilton finally released her, his touch softening as

“Ms. Jenkins.”

“I’m still

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

but her eyes shimmered with

he did not appreciate Natalia’s occasional defiance. He wanted her

should do your

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

but he said simply, “Use

her hand slipping beneath his belt. The act, shadowed

slot yet, so the room. completely dark, which only added extra thrill to the intimacy.

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

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and

“Okay.”

Hamilton went to open the

the clothes you requested.”

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

to attend.”

knew better than to argue.

there was a dinner party, he had insisted on putting

outfit and loosely

in the new attire, his lips curling into an

ravishing,” the man offered

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

those

her gaze from Hamilton.

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

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