Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

Chapter 621

Chris had already fallen far behind the woman. He could not even see her back. He sat on the bench in the neighborhood and prepared to rest.

He adjusted his clothes and his scarf until the annoying cold wind wouldn't get into his collar.

As soon as he sat down, his butt felt cold. It was the kind of cold that seeped into his bones. Out of reflex, he jumped up. His feet were warm, but it was chilly outside. He attempted to sit down on the chair again, but this time, he gradually allowed his buttocks to make contact with the seat. This way, he felt less cold.

After resting for about 10 minutes, even the chair had warmed up. Feeling that it was almost time, he stood up. He straightened his clothes and scarf, put his hands in his pockets, and walked briskly toward the villa.

When he arrived at the door, Chris raised his hand to look at the time and realized that it was not even six o'clock. In order to prevent his mother from forcing him to go to the company, he stood in the bone-chilling wind and waited for another ten minutes.

He was alone at the entrance of the villa, fighting with the cold wind.

Chris didn't open the door of the villa until 6:10 a.m.

As soon as he entered the villa, Chris felt alive.

They were from two completely different worlds. The temperature difference was too great.

On the stairs, Charlie had already dressed up and was making his way downstairs. His wife's actions had deprived him of any desire to sleep, so he decided to get up. Meanwhile, Angie had already fallen back asleep.

Chris, who had just entered for less than a minute, shivered from the cold. His ears and hands were cold. He picked up the air conditioner remote control in the living room and raised the temperature. The air conditioner in the living room was turned on by the servants in advance.

Charlie followed his gaze to the temperature on the air conditioner and reminded his son. "If you set the temperature this high, it will feel even colder when you go outside later.” With such a significant temperature difference between indoors and outdoors, the risk of catching a cold was high.

Chris shook his head. "I think it's good if | catch a cold now." At least he didn't have to go for a morning run.

this weather must have something wrong with their heads. Chris suddenly remembered the short- haired young woman he passed by during the morning run.

way she was dressed, there should be nothing wrong with ber brain. There was a high chance that she had fallen out of

venting seemed much better. It was better than standing on a tall building, contemplating jumping, and then having the police hassle to rescue her. Chris thought

will go to work later.” Hearing this, Chris did as he was told. He picked up the remote control and lowered the temperature a little. After adjusting it, he placed the remote control on the table and walked to

straightforward task, right? Ten minutes later, the two of them finished their breakfast and wiped their lips with a tissue. Chris glanced at his father and tried to ask, "Dad, you really don't know why Mom forced me to run in the morning?" Upon hearing this, Charlie continued wiping his mouth, probably having a direction in mind for the speculation. He calmly replied, "Your mom is doing it for your own good. Haven't you seen the news in the past few days? An eighty-year-old person swims in winter every year and is even healthier than us. In your free time, pay more attention to the news, and don't spend every day thinking about how to perform surgeries.” Chris wondered, 'I'm at winter running, not winter swimming. Besides, if winter swimming is so beneficial, why don't

65 would be challenging enough.”

that if his mom woke up, she would start making things

Chris left, the door to Stella's room opened on time. Wearing a down jacket, she skipped downstairs with a black limited edition bag on her shoulder.

room was so quiet that she could hear the sound of needles

room was very high, making her feel like she was

early in the morning and watch television. Where did she go this morning? Stella asked the servant standing quietly at the side, "Where's my mom?" Chris

upstairs. Mr. Charlie and Mr. Chris have already gone out. They should have gone to work." Stella was surprised. "Chris woke up and went to work?" Stella raised her hand and looked at the red watch on her wrist.

he acting so strangely? Was he in a relationship? Did he go out

at 5 am and even went out for a morning run." Hearing this, Stella was stunned. It took her a few seconds to react. Her first reaction was

clean by the servants. Through the glass, she could even feel

branches were constantly

the breakfast from another servant. She mustered her courage and went to work. It would take a few minutes for the car to start. If

and felt the real cold,

black high-necked base layer, black slightly flared trousers, and a pair of 3 inches nude high-heeled shoes. She stood by the floor-to-ceiling window,

villas and low-rise buildings, but in Athana, the higher the office building, the more it reflected one's status and

off into space as if lost in thought, contemplating something. Her fingertips, coated with a layer of nude protective nail polish, rhythmically

on the table and with parted red lips, she said, "Come in." The secretary entered with a stack of papers and reported on the morning's work. "Ms. March, these are the documents you need to sign today. There's a high-level meeting in the morning, and in the afternoon, a few university students will come for interviews for the sales representative position." As she spoke, the secretary opened another folder in her arms and placed it in front of

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