Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart
Chapter 142
Chapter 142
Sorry. Hamilton’s face was a tad stiff as he uttered the word.
Natalia let out a chuckle. “Drop the apologies, Hamilton. If Eveleen means so much to you, then just make sure you two are happy together, okay? As long as you don’t bother me, I’ll be more than grateful.”
Hamilton’s face contorted at her words.
Was she really so keen to cut him off?
And since when had he ever said he wanted to be with Eveleen?
Natalia could tell Hamilton was riled up, but she didn’t care. She spun on her heel and headed for the apartment building.
Hamilton reached out, grabbing her wrist. Natalia’s eyebrows knitted together, and then she noticed the blood dripping from his hand.
Her lips tightened, but she didn’t pull away.
“What do you want?”
Hamilton’s lips twitched, struggling to speak. “Natalia, can you give me a chance to make it up to you? I swear, nothing like that will ever happen again. You call me anytime, and I’ll be there, okay?”
Natalia’s laugh was dry, “Do you want to compensate me, Mr. Fowler?”
Hamilton nodded frantically.
Natalia eyed him and said, “So, I want Eveleen behind bars. After all, she’s hurt me more than once. Can you do that, Mr. Fowler?”
Hamilton’s brow furrowed instantly. His grip on her wrist tightened unconsciously.
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After a long silence, he managed to say, “Natalia, our issues have nothing to do with Eveleen.”
Natalia laughed, breaking free from his hold. “If you really want to make amends, just sign
the agreement cheerfully tomorrow. That’s all I’m asking for right now.”
With that, Natalia slipped from his grasp and disappeared into the building.
Hamilton stood there, watching her resolute figure disappear, and a cold laugh escaped
him.
He had no idea when she had become so hard to appease.
Back home, Natalia found Scarlett still out on the balcony. Seeing her come in, Scarlett waved urgently.
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12:30
still
poured herself some porridge, and
watched her and asked, “Natalia, are you
What could be
“What did you
to sign a termination agreement tomorrow, and that’ll be the
your life because of him, and to just let it go seems too easy
care for compensation. As long as Hamilton was willing to let go, she was willing to walk away
was
Scarlett didn’t press the issue
30, handsome, and have a good family background. How about I
it. I’m just focused on making my own
want to be choked by financial dependency on anyone
Natalia’s resolve, Scarlett let it
by yourself tomorrow? I could take a day off
signing a paper, and I’ve already got an appointment
but Scarlett knew Natalia might not feel as nonchalant as she claimed. After all, it was about someone she had loved
high school when
say much else, just hugged Natalia and said, “It’ll
would get better. The process was painful, but fortunately, she could see the hope for a
went to sleep
for a glass of water and saw
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below from the kitchen
her grip on the glass turned her knuckles white.
the water, and returned to
The next day.
took a cab straight to the
man sat in the café, the morning
said, “Thanks for making the time,
at her. “You seem in good spirits, but you’ve lost weight since I last saw you. Have you
felt oddly defensive. “It’ll be
no matter what happens, your
Natalia nodded, smiling.
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in, his face stormy. Seeing Caspian,
on your hands now, huh?
Fowler. I’ll ensure this agreement is airtight, without any room for
gaze shifted to Natalia. “Ms. Jenkins sure commands a lot of respect, to have a man of Mr. Spiegel’s stature at her beck and
but she offered no explanation, merely glancing at
Spiegel, would you get the termination agreement you drafted? I’m pressed
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