Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart

Chapter 189

Hamilton's good mood evaporated in an instant.

"What did you say?" he asked, incredulity in his voice.

Natalia looked him squarely in the eye. "Do I really need to repeat myself?"

With that, she shrugged him off and walked away.

Deep down, she knew there was no point in letting these two ruin her mood. Was this kind of drama new to her? Hardly. She'd seen it all before. But still, there was something particularly nauseating about a man who would kiss her one moment and then cozy up with another woman the next. She quickened her pace toward the exit.

Hamilton caught up, his voice low as he tried to explain. "She threw herself at me. I pushed her away."

Natalia didn't even break stride. "Mr. Fowler, you don't owe me any explanations. Hug or kiss or whatever - none of it's my business. But do me a favor? Keep your theatrics away from me, okay?"

Her words once again drew a clear boundary between them.

Inside, Hamilton felt a spark of anger. "Natalia, don't you care even a little bit?"

"Why should I care?" She glanced at him, grabbed her charger, and turned back.

picture of distress. "Ms. Jenkins, I'm sorry, I just missed Hamilton so

to engage, she breezed past toward the interior. But Hamilton's voice

"Natalia!"

that the evening's events might have softened their relationship, but her demeanor remained

alright. But the fact that this man had never set clear boundaries with Eveleen

me for so long, trying everything you can to hurt me. Isn't this what you wanted? Spare me the act.

left them behind and

his face growing darker by the second. Eveleen, trying to salvage some dignity, whispered,

you wanted,

forlorn, "Hamilton, you've got me all wrong. I

Eveleen went pale, her bandaged forehead standing out in the harsh

colder. He gazed at the woman he once considered his redemption. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally spoke with detachment. "Stop with the charade, Eveleen. Do you think I don't know what you're really like?" Eveleen's facade nearly crumbled, her pretense hanging

stone, pried her hands loose and slammed the door shut. The car's interior muffled the outside noise, her crying a distant sound. He lit a cigarette, a headache brewing. Natalia's indifferent attitude only added to his frustration. Not caring. She truly didn't care. Even suggesting Eveleen should 'go for it.' Hamilton felt at a loss with Natalia. He'd done everything he could, apologized profusely, but she remained unmoved. Feeling suffocated, he considered just driving away. But eventually, he rolled down the window, not wanting

up, and she nodded eagerly, ready to get into the car. "Have you finally forgiven me,

locked the passenger door.

taken aback.

getting in? Or should I call someone to

with indignation, reluctantly climbed into the

back. Natalia's mood, initially dampened, brightened at her friend's infectious enthusiasm. "Hey, by the way, Alden

flickered briefly,