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

before he scoffed. “Seems you really don’t

confirming his point.

to get too close to him.

wasn’t it you who said we’re just in a

“You choose now to listen.”

rest of the ride was silent, with Hamilton’s

time they reached their hotel in Boria City, it

seven.

Hamilton’s grip tightened on her wrist, pinning her

what are

to react, capturing her

this

released her, his touch softening as

“Ms. Jenkins.”

face went pale. “I’m still

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

eyes shimmered with unshed tears, vulnerable and

but quickly dismissed the urge. He was now certain that he did not appreciate Natalia’s occasional defiance. He wanted her completely subdued and dependent.

a transaction, then you should do your part,

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

cheerfulness, but he said simply, “Use your

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

the electricity slot yet, so the

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

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whispered afterward, and she responded with a

“Okay.”

to open the door, and Natalia saw it

Fowler, the clothes

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

to attend.”

better than to argue. And indeed, she had to give

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

and loosely twisted her

the new attire,

man offered

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

tugged at her earlobe. “What about those earrings

her gaze from Hamilton. “I’m not

like then? I’ll get it for

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