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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Mr. Fowler, please avoid such intimate gestures at work. It’s not

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

confirming his point.

to get too close

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

“You choose

ride was silent, with Hamilton’s mood visibly soured.

four o’clock. By the time they reached

seven.

grip tightened on her wrist, pinning her against

are

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

this

her, his touch softening as he caressed her lips, then

“Ms. Jenkins.”

pale. “I’m

nonchalantly. “Doesn’t matter. There

but her eyes shimmered with

now certain that he did not appreciate Natalia’s occasional defiance. He wanted her completely subdued and

just a transaction, then you should do your part,

would you like

at her forced cheerfulness, but he said simply, “Use your

complied, her hand slipping beneath his belt. The act, shadowed by another kiss,

time to insert the key card into the electricity slot

After that, it was mostly Hamilton

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he whispered afterward, and she responded with a bitter

“Okay.”

went to open the door, and

Fowler, the clothes

handed one bag to Natalia, saying,

to attend.”

event, but she knew better than to

on putting her

much fuss, she changed her outfit and loosely twisted her hair

herself in the new attire, his lips curling into an

the man

Fowler, you’re quite the looker

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

she averted her gaze from Hamilton. “I’m not fond of

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

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