Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart

Chapter 183

Before Natalia could utter a word, the man had already grasped the photograph in his hand. Instinctively, she reached out to snatch it back, but Hamilton sidestepped her attempt. "Give it back to me!"

Hamilton chuckled. "Why? Is there something you're afraid of me seeing?"

As he spoke, his gaze landed on the photo. It captured a little girl standing amidst a field of flowers. The image was somewhat blurred, but one could still make out that the little girl bore a resemblance to Natalia. Her smile was exceptionally bright, and her eyes sparkled with joy.

The photograph was taken by Tatiana at Natalia's request, just when Hamilton was about to leave town. Natalia hadn't managed to give it to him before he departed. And by the time they met again, she was a stranger to him. A pang of bitterness struck Natalia. Reflecting on it now, she and Hamilton, perhaps, were simply not fated to be together.

She reached for the photograph again, only to have Hamilton dodge her once more. Hamilton frowned at the photo, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity, which he ultimately attributed to the field of flowers.

He looked at Natalia. "You like these flowers too?"

He remembered that the last bouquet Ryan had bought was also these flowers. Natalia offered a wry smile. She wasn't surprised in the slightest that Hamilton didn't recognize her. After all, this man had truly forgotten her. How could he possibly remember anything from a mere photograph?

She stood on tiptoe and, with an impassive face, reclaimed the photograph. "I don't like them, just got used to them," she said.

Hamilton raised an eyebrow at her. "Then what do you like?"

"I'd like you to get lost!"

Hamilton snorted in response but said no more. Yet the image of Natalia in the photograph, beaming with uninhibited happiness, lingered in his mind-a version of her he had never seen before.

His gaze fell upon Natalia's face, and after a moment, he reached out to touch her eyes gently. "You must have been quite adorable as a child."

Natalia felt a sharp sting in her heart and briskly brushed his hand away. "Touch me again and see what happens!"

Hamilton laughed quietly, ceasing his teasing. He scanned the room, his eyes finally resting on a pink envelope tucked away in the corner of a bookshelf. He walked over and picked it up. Before he could open it, Natalia was by his side, snatching the envelope away. Hamilton paused abruptly, his expression darkening. "A love letter written to that boy you liked?"

Natalia didn't respond. But Hamilton had already found his answer. He didn't want to admit it, but he was seething with jealousy. Why could this woman harbor feelings for that man for so long? What was so special about him to keep her affection for such an extended period?

the hopeless romantic," Hamilton said,

walked away. "Natalia!" Hamilton called after her.

him a long time ago. Liking him

did not improve. After making another round of the room, seeing no other clues, Natalia decided to leave. Hamilton, with a stern

"No thanks, I lose my

may not be

utter disdain and slipped into her car. Watching her car disappear, Hamilton's brow furrowed involuntarily. Moments later, he

had a crush on back in

puzzled. "What? Why do you

want to see who's got the charm to

also swamped. Ron Group had just set foot

right after work, Natalia received a call. Expecting a client, she was taken aback to hear a strange woman's

a moment?

the woman on the other

Natalia agreed.

gave her an address, and Natalia headed straight there. Upon arrival, she found the café had been reserved entirely. As Natalia approached the entrance, a man in a black

Jenkins, please leave your

at the woman inside. After a moment, she laughed lightly. "Why? Am I not allowed to

he was. "You can't bring any devices that can

lips tightened. She understood that this meeting was likely intended to put her in her place.

boyfriend, so I'm willing to treat his aunt with respect. However, if this is how I

she turned to leave, but at that moment, a

bodyguard immediately stepped aside. "Ms.

in. The woman, dressed in luxurious attire, sat at a table, stirring her coffee with an air of grace. As Natalia entered the room, she didn't even get a glance from the woman at the desk, who nonchalantly

your pictures. No wonder my nephew is

mocking undertone in her voice but responded with a chuckle of her own, "You flatter me, and might I add, you're quite the looker

for a moment, then the warmth in