Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

Chapter 517

After Christina sat down, Joseph wiped the other stool and adjusted his clothes before slowly taking a seat.

From Christina’s perspective, she could see the snow on Joseph’s shoulder. She also noticed that the color of his arm on one side was darker. Today’s snow had a slight drizzle mixed in.

Christina instinctively looked at her own clothes, and she noticed that there was not a single snowflake on them. This action from Joseph was akin to throwing a stone into the deepest part of the lake, hitting the very center of it.

After staring blankly for a while, she took out a packet of tissues from her handbag and handed it over to him, gesturing for him to wipe. “Wipe your shoulder,” she said. “It’s a little wet.”

Joseph took the packet of tissues and pulled one out, but he could not manage to wipe the particularly dark spot. Christina could not bear to watch. She stood up, walked over to Joseph’s back, and took the tissues from the table. Silently, she helped him wipe away the snow from his clothes, gently patting it off first and then absorbing the moisture with the tissues.

Christina spent several minutes doing this, and throughout, Joseph had a smile on his face, remaining still as Christina helped him.

“Done,” Christina said, feeling th

fabric with her fingertips and double-checking it.

“Thank you,” Joseph said. Just as Christina was about to leave, Joseph quickly grabbed her wrist and asked her a question to sound her out. “Do you want to build a snowman?” he said.

Christina thought, “Build a snowman?

“What a distant memory. How many years ago was it when I last built a snowman?” Ever since Chris went to college, he had no intention of taking over the company. This heavy burden had fallen on her shoulders.

The major that she chose was not a major that she loved, but she did not regret it. Among the three children, there had to be one to help out as their parents continued to get older.

-She thought, “I think I built a snowman with Stella when I was in my senior years at high school.

“It seems like it. I can’t remember.”

Joseph had always been observant. He could discern her true thoughts from her silence. He pulled her to sit on a stool. Then, he turned around and went to a spacious place. After choosing a spot, Joseph began to collect snow from the snowy environment. His warm hands were swiftly numbed by the cold.

The busy figure in the snow once again left Christina in a daze. This man was really skilled in understanding Christina’s feelings. Step by step, he entered her heart silently. She was completely unguarded.

Joseph did not talk about love or affection. Ever since he confessed, he did not ask her if she wanted to be with him, nor did he rush her to make a decision. It was as if he was not the one who had confessed.

Joseph walked back and forth, exposing himself in the rain. A pile of snow had already piled up in the open space. Christina could not stay seated. Joseph’s intention was to capture Christina’s attention, not through his busy figure but through the charm of the snow. However, Joseph did not know that Christina was actually paying attention to him.

She got up, walked over to Joseph, tugged at her coat, and squatted down. No one was holding an umbrella. The snow was still falling. “What should I do?” she asked.

Upon hearing this, the man beside her smiled and said, “I’ll collect the snow, and you can form the snow into shapes.” He would handle the laborious work. She just needed to work on the design in one spot.

“There’s quite a lot of snow here,” Christina said. “Don’t go to get more snow.” Christina felt the urge to hold Joseph’s hands, wanting to know how cold his hands were.

she gave up, thinking that it was somewhat inappropriate. When her hand touched the snow, she no longer needed to feel the temperature of Joseph’s hands. The coldness of the snow made Christina shiver, but she smiled

they finished making a snowman. Joseph took off the scarf

He felt cold, so much so that he shook his shoulders. It was really quite cold, but his hands, which were soaked in snow,

hands were getting

upstairs that could enable people to have a view of the scene downstairs. Ethan stood expressionlessly by the window, craning his neck.

One of them asked, “Ethan, what’s our

“Are you

gotten into a romantic relationship?

looked at the bodyguard as if he was looking at an idiot. He thought, “Is this being in

two people downstairs felt a sense of accomplishment when they looked at the finished product, especially Christina. She had

looking at the snowman, while Joseph was looking at her. When she turned around and mentioned wanting to take a photo so that it could serve as a keepsake of this moment, their eyes met. In an instant, sparks flew. A sense of romantic undertones and a romantic element intertwined

their bodies. The two of them, who were half-squatting, looked as

tilted her head. Just when both of them were only half an inch apart, a sneeze interrupted the romantic

She lowered her head, pressed her right index finger against her nose,

serious. He nodded

Christina’s back as she left hurriedly, Joseph first smiled. Then, he restrained his smile and said coldly,

the person coming out, he immediately sprinted downstairs at full speed.

later, Ethan stood beside Joseph. The person who sneezed was Benjamin the

I just wanted to see how things are developing

when their good time is disrupted? If it were me, I would have long removed Benjamin’s arm.” He had seen it clearly from upstairs just now. Joseph and Christina almost

Joseph would get angry, so he kicked Benjamin first, saying, “Hurry up and apologize to Mr. Turner. Why did you come to the hotel instead of

as cold as the snowman nearby. Benjamin began to panic. “Mr. Turner, I was wrong,” he said. “I was wrong.

thought, “Is it too late to run now? Can I act as if he didn’t

a gust of cold wind, and then there’s a sneeze.

the umbrella. The height difference became evident. Joseph’s tone was very calm as he said, “You’re very free. Getting thrown once is not

was referring to the

said, “No. I’m not. My hand

voice was colder than the winter snow. He glanced at the snowman behind him and said, “I don’t want to see any

this spot and pretend

wander around late at

took the umbrella from Ethan’s hand and said, “Put

“Got it,

punished, burst out laughing. He said, “Haha. Mr. Turner thinks you’re short. So darn hilarious. Hahaha.

Shoe inserts.”

solid kick, saying, “Just a reminder. There shouldn’t be

harsh reality. He thought, “What? It’s still-snowing now. How is it possible for the steps to be snow-free? Isn’t this like asking someone to sweep the fallen

on me, seeking revenge. My damn nose. Why didn’t I