Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart

Chapter 115

Hamilton furrowed his brow, a look of confusion crossing his face as if he hadn’t quite caught Natalia’s words.

“What did you say?” His voice was frosty as his gaze locked onto Natalia.

Meeting his cold eyes, Natalia repeated firmly, “I said, I want to move out.”

Hamilton’s features darkened in an instant.

“Natalia, have you forgotten what I’ve told you? Our relationship doesn’t end until I say it does!”

Her eyes did not waver as she responded, “I haven’t forgotten. I know that in our relationship, I never had the right to say no.”

She didn’t say it was over because it wouldn’t make a difference if she did!

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“Mr. Fowler, you can call me anytime you need me. I’ll be there at the drop of a hat.”

Hamilton’s deep–set eyes flared with a smoldering fire. Silent, he just stared at Natalia.

The atmosphere in the room was oppressively thick, but Natalia showed no sign of backing down.

After what felt like an eternity, Hamilton let out a mocking laugh. “Ms. Jenkins, you are quite the professional, always on call.”

The insult was biting. Even though Natalia had steeled herself, his words stung deep.

Swallowing the tightness in her chest, she forced a smile. “Of course, I can’t let your money go to waste.”

Hamilton’s mocking smile slowly faded as he regarded Natalia, his lips parting slightly with a chill in his voice.

“Just because I asked about your relationship with Ryan tonight, you want to move out of this house? Natalia, do you have the audacity to claim there’s nothing between you and Ryan?”

Natalia let out a bitter laugh, “Indeed, there’s nothing between Ryan and me, Hamilton, and you know better than anyone why I want to move out!”

He continued to fix her with a cold stare, and after a long pause, he scoffed disdainfully.

“I’ve dug up the truth you were after, and I even broke the rules to help you go after Eveleen. Natalia, don’t get too greedy, and don’t overestimate your importance!”

A wave of sourness flooded Natalia’s heart. She had indeed overestimated herself in the past. That’s why she kept foolishly trying to probe and fight for something more.

She thought her efforts and persistence might eventually elicit some kind of response from this man, even if it was just a tiny bit.

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But now she faced the harsh truth. As much as she hated to admit it, she was nothing more than a plaything in Hamilton’s eyes.

His tolerance and affection were mere whims, given when he was in a good mood. And yet, she had repeatedly fallen for those fleeting moments of kindness.

trying

the family and connections; I can’t compete with Eveleen. I’ve overstepped my bounds, and

unsightly at her words. He rose and cornered her

ever force you, Natalia? Were those agreements signed under duress? Now you’re asking me to let you go–isn’t it

his gaze head–on.

my own will, but Hamilton, the agreement was always just

had never included Eveleen. If it were just her and Hamilton, perhaps she wouldn’t mind staying

his beloved. His heart was entirely devoted

She was done.

with the

want to play this

a hint of

figure out my relationship

but today I finally realized what I mean to you. If you care so much for Eveleen, then marry her properly. Why

lips quivering slightly. Stubbornly, she looked at Hamilton, her

at the sight of her tears, but

constant

His grip tightened.

tell you, it’s impossible. As long as you

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Chapter 115

softened as he caressed Natalia’s cheek with a

saint, and I detest defiance. If

head, kissing her lips

her mouth to her cheek, then down to her delicate neck, he savored

sound of tearing fabric echoing through

the sudden cold, but just as quickly, Hamilton

lit a cigarette, his

yourself up. Coming back from a rendezvous with another man, you

no one could surpass Hamilton to humiliate someone. No matter how genteel he appeared,

she was indeed nothing more than

humiliation, walked towards the

defiant exit, his face

He had never made such concessions for any woman

she was just a

of losing control over a woman. He’d rather let her go and

the door frame with the casual nonchalance, Hamilton took a deep drag of his cigarette. Its smoke

bathroom, freshly showered and steaming slightly in the cool air, he finally lifted his gaze, his eyes tracing her

between them. “I’ll ask you one more time. Do you really have to move out?”

single word that held

her from the tendrils of their complicated relationship. But it would put some much–needed distance between her and Hamilton. Perhaps, eventually, she might find a

a wry smile. “Alright. If you’re so set on leaving, I’ll let you go. But remember, as long as our agreement

lips were a tight line, her jaw

tilting his chin up with an