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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please avoid such intimate gestures at work.

eyes narrowed before he scoffed. “Seems you

confirming his

she did not want to get too close

who said we’re just in a transaction?” she

“You choose now to listen.”

ride was silent, with Hamilton’s mood visibly

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

seven.

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

are you doing?”

her lips with intense

this

Hamilton finally released her, his touch softening as he caressed her lips, then trailing down.

“Ms. Jenkins.”

pale. “I’m still on my

There

tightened, but her eyes shimmered with unshed tears,

now certain that he did not appreciate

then you should do your part, right,

would you like me to serve you,

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

slipping beneath his belt. The act, shadowed by

time to insert the key card into the electricity slot yet, so the room. completely dark, which only added extra

to ache. After that, it was mostly Hamilton moving with his

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he whispered afterward, and she responded with a bitter smile.

“Okay.”

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

the clothes

to Natalia, saying,

to attend.”

furrowed at the unexpected event, but she knew better than to argue. And indeed, she had to give Hamilton

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

outfit and loosely twisted her hair into a casual updo.

presented herself in the new attire, his lips curling into

man offered his compliment

Fowler, you’re quite the looker

“What about those earrings I got

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

it. “What do you like then? I’ll get it

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