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.

jogging in this weather must have something wrong with their heads. Chris suddenly remembered the short- haired young woman he passed by during the morning run. Either she was unique, or she was crazy. Perhaps she had just experienced a

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

on a tall building, contemplating jumping, and then having the police hassle

| will go to work later.” Hearing this, Chris did as he was told. He picked up the remote

going for a run? Did your mother force you?" Chris looked as if it were obvious. Otherwise, could it be that he had gone crazy, braving the cold outside so early in the morning? Charlie pondered for a few seconds and did not speak. It was unknown what he was thinking, but the restaurant instantly fell silent. After a while, Charlie asked, "Are there many people running in the neighborhood?" Chris sneered. "I'm the only lunatic." However, he thought of the young lady again and said, "There's one | don't know." Charlie asked, "A young lady?" Chris replied, "Maybe, but I'm not sure of it." Charlie was quite speechless, thinking that distinguishing between men and women was a 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

65 would be challenging enough.”

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

hour after 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. This was a birthday gift from her sister, Christina, and it was sent from Sapphire

the living room was so quiet that she could

the room was very high, making her feel like she was wearing

this morning? Stella asked the

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.

strangely? Was he in a relationship? Did he

a morning run." Hearing this, Stella was stunned. It took her a few seconds to react. Her first reaction was to think that

the glass that was wiped clean by the servants. Through the glass,

branches were

her courage and went to work. It would take a few minutes for the car

felt the real

Yamin Group, Leia wore a coffee-colored suit, a black high-necked base layer, black slightly flared trousers, and a pair of 3 inches nude high-heeled

but in Athana, the higher the

coated with a layer of nude protective nail polish, rhythmically tapped on the cup's surface, emitting a subtle

was using their knuckles, likely the index and middle fingers, to tap on it. The sound was subtle. Leia snapped back to attention, walking toward her office chair in high heels. She gently placed the cup 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

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