Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

Chapter 3

“Rumbling, rumbling.” The deafening roar of the engine in this high–rise and the brightly lit city was exceptionally harsh, attracting many vehicles on the road to lower their windows and pedestrians on the road to stop and watch.

The lanes in big cities were extremely congested during rush hour, and no matter how prestigious one’s status might be, one still had to sit in his car and wait patiently at this time.

Natalie’s cool black motorcycle stopped at the traffic light. She leaned lazily over the handlebars with her long legs stretched out on the ground, waiting for the green light. If she had time, she would even have a smoke.

The wind on autumn nights still carried a bit of a chill to it. She was wearing a white irregular sweater, jeans, and a black leather jacket, with a pair of black boots on her feet. Paired with a motorcycle, this outfit was both cool and stylish.

A sport car parked on the right side lowered its windows, and a sleazy guy whistled at her, saying, “Hey beautiful, let’s have a drink together. I like you a lot.”

Natalie casually turned her head and gave him a bored look. She could tell he was a typical rich kid and coldly asked, “How old are you, 13?”

The gray Koenigsegg sports car on the left witnessed the conversation between the two. The bodyguard and assistant, Jim Hawk, was also amazed by Natalie’s cool appearance. “The girl who rides a motorcycle is really eye–catching and has a pretty cool personality.”

Upon hearing this, the man sitting in the back seat reading the document looked up at Natalie, his eyes half–closed with a hint of puzzlement flashing in the depths of his eyes. He found the girl’s profile looked very familiar.

Just as the traffic light turned green, Natalie dropped these words and started the engine. She glanced at the gray sports car behind her in the rearview mirror, which seemed familiar, but she didn’t think too much about it. She never wasted time on these things. She was in a hurry to go back and see her grandfather. The motorcycle accelerated, and the speedometer shot up. Soon the black motorcycle disappeared into the congested lane.

Listening to the wind howling in her ears, her heart seemed to be chasing after freedom. The kind of freedom that was exchanged with life made her temporarily forget all the unhappiness hidden in her heart.

She loved wind and speed since she was young, so she fell in love with motorcycles. This black motorcycle was a birthday gift from her grandfather on her coming–of–age day, and she treasured it very much.

Meanwhile, the wealthy kid inside the Porsche was still grumbling and aspiring, “I’ll have to find you and show you how much I can grow up.”

hour

old mansion. Natalie took off

person who spoke was a servant who followed Barron Foster. Since Barron started living alone, he only kept two attentive servants to care for himself

better today?

are really getting married?” The servant was curious too. Yesterday, the young lady was still single, and Mr. Barron Foster was on

this later. I’ll see Grandpa first and then come down to eat.”

came to her loved ones, she was definitely biased.

compose herself, then opened the door to the bedroom

and said, “Show me the marriage

then sat on the edge of the bed with her chin lightly

hands and opened the marriage license. When he saw the document, a layer of mist and light appeared

fulfilled his promise. On the other hand, I was being despicable,” thought Barron.

cannot divorce. Endure as much as you can, and if you can’t endure it anymore, wait until you become stronger. The Wilson family will be your support. Grandpa won’t be with you for much longer. As a doctor, you understand my health condition. Pancreatic

was giving birth to

force his grandson to marry Natalie, but it

body turned slightly, and the hand with wrinkles wiped gently at Natalie’s tears. After speaking for so long, he became weak of breath. “Natalie, don’t cry. When you cry, I just can’t rest in peace. You’re the most obedient and sensible girl. You’re already married.

soundless sobbing, combined with Barron’s words, made her throat choke up,

are you already? Do you really want to sleep with an old codger like me? Don’t you think it’s too dirty?” Barron

stood outside the door wiping away tears. She also raised Natalie. The grandfather and granddaughter depended on each other for survival. Even the servant was moved by Barron Foster, who had been playing

on the door

young and exhaust your body, scolded Barron in a