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

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

confirming his

to get too close

we’re just in a

“You choose

ride was silent, with Hamilton’s mood visibly

at four o’clock. By the time they reached their hotel

seven.

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

are

didn’t wait for her to react, capturing her lips with intense possessiveness, his scent enveloping her.

this

released her, his

“Ms. Jenkins.”

pale. “I’m

nonchalantly. “Doesn’t matter. There are

shimmered with unshed tears, vulnerable and

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

then you should

would you like me to serve

her forced cheerfulness, but he said

beneath his belt. The act, shadowed by another kiss,

card into the electricity slot yet,

that,

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he whispered afterward, and she responded with a bitter

“Okay.”

shower, a knock sounded at the door. Hamilton went to open the door, and Natalia saw it seemed to be one

the clothes you

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

to attend.”

but she knew better than to argue. And

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

much fuss, she changed her outfit and loosely twisted her

the

ravishing,” the man offered

“Mr. Fowler, you’re quite

and playfully tugged at her earlobe. “What about those

and she averted her gaze from

you like then?

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