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. It’s

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

confirming

she did not want to get

it you who said we’re just in a transaction?”

laugh followed. “You choose

the ride was silent, with Hamilton’s

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

seven.

grip tightened on her wrist,

are you

react, capturing her

this

in her mouth, Hamilton finally released her, his touch softening as he caressed her

“Ms. Jenkins.”

pale. “I’m

nonchalantly. “Doesn’t matter. There are other

with unshed tears,

urge. He was now certain that he did

then you should do your

forced a smile. “Fine. How would

cheerfulness, but he said simply, “Use your

complied, her hand slipping beneath his belt. The act,

them had the time to insert the key card into the electricity slot yet, so the room. completely

to ache. After that, it was mostly

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and she

“Okay.”

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

the clothes you

to Natalia, saying, “Get dressed.

to attend.”

than to argue.

insisted on putting her through that little charade to humiliate her.

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 curling into

man

you’re quite the looker

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

her gaze from

didn’t dwell on it. “What do you like then? I’ll get

“Mr. Fowler,