Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart

Chapter 124

Natalia handed the contract to Linda and pushed the door open, stepping into the president’s

office.

Hamilton was wiping his hands with a moist towelette. Seeing her enter, he tossed it into the trash bin and gestured her over.

“Come here.”

Natalia stepped forward, and Hamilton took hold of her waist.

“Why didn’t you take half of the day off?”

He knew all too well how strenuous the previous night had been and had half–expected Natalia to be bedridden for the day.

Awkwardness crept onto Natalia’s cheeks. “I’m fine. There was still work to finish at the office.” Hamilton pinched her waist gently. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

Truth to be told, Natalia’s waist was still feeling sore. Since moving out, Hamilton had actually been doing it more often than before. But Natalia didn’t let it show.

After a moment, Hamilton rubbed her waist and said, “Come back to the apartment tonight.”

Natalia’s lips tightened, and she didn’t respond. She had no desire to return.

Hamilton caught the hesitation in her eyes and chuckled softly. “Didn’t you promise to cook for me?”

Natalia was silent for a moment but then quietly acquiesced, “Okay.”

Hamilton didn’t press further and let her leave.

After work, Natalia went to the grocery store, picking up ingredients for dinner.

cooking in the apartment, it was past eight, and Hamilton was still nowhere to be

must have

her slumped over the table, her eyes fluttering open in

softened at the sight.

go

back to reality and

vanished as quickly as

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you think you’re doing, Ms. Jenkins?

started unbuttoning his shirt.

bloodstains. She froze for a moment, but before she could speak, Hamilton had discarded his shirt in the trash and headed into the bathroom without

did she notice the heavy scent of blood

his hands weren’t always clean. But rarely had she seen him resort to violence.

at Chamber Nightclub, and tonight must have been the

emerged from the shower.

reheated it. Once everything was ready and back on the table, she spoke up.

grasped her wrist. “Sit

“I’m

his gaze heavy and unyielding.

finally

at her food, her appetite little

to enjoy the meal, perhaps missing her cooking more than

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he brewed a cup of tea and finally asked, “Have you made up your

exactly what

slightly before she managed a bitter smile. “What do you want from me,

in,” he said