Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

Chapter 12

At the entrance of Adare Manor, Natalie parked her motorcycle in the garage today.

Usually, she parked it in the yard because she thought the yard was big anyway. And if she parked in the garage, she had to open the garage door, which was a pain for her.

The sky was heavily cloudy today, and she was worried that it might rain, so she parked her motorcycle in the garage.

After she parked the motorcycle, she reached into her pocket for her keys and realized the living room was lit up. Nell must

be back.

Then there was no need for the keys, so Natalie slipped them back into her pocket.

She skillfully took off her helmet with one hand and swung his long hair. The moment she opened the door, she froze. It was not Nell who came back. It was her new husband Trevon who had returned..

Looking through the doorway, she could not see what the man was wearing, but she could see his thick, dark hair and straight back, which exuded a sense of noble elegance.

He was indeed quite handsome. From any perspective, he was a handsome man. It was just that he was not a very good person.

After half a second of dazedness, Natalie came back to her sense. She just did not expect Trevon to be back, and she was at little embarrassed, not knowing if he was staying here tonight or not.

But on second thought, they had agreed that their marriage would last three months. How could he achieve his goal if he did not come back?

With that in mind, Natalie’s sudden embarrassment dissipated.

But she had not yet figured out what

Teement her grandfather and Trevon’s grandfather had reached. She knew that with her grandfather’s and their family’s status, it was not enough to get Trevon to marry her. Natalie knew this very well. If it was her grandfather who threatened Trevon’s family with something to make him marry herself, Natalie and her family were indeed at fault.

decided she

ask Trevon’s grandfather what the deal was some other time. Although she felt nothing about Trevon looking down on her. she still wanted to find out why she was treated like a scheming bitch by Trevon.

Whatever the agreement. Natalie help

Trevon achieve his goal in three months, at de deshaya moder

After thinking about this, Natalie left her helmet and keys on the shoe rack by the door and took out her shoes to change. them naturally.

Out of self–cultivation and for the sake of a harmonious fake cohabitation life, she greeted Trevon first. “Mr. Wilson, have you had dinner yet?”

Trevon, who was about to light his cigarette, knew Natalie was back when he heard the door open. But he did not turn to look at her. After Natalie said those words, he followed the sound only to see the woman changing her shoes.

The casual attire paired with her slender figure made her more slender and graceful.

He did not answer her question. He looked at her, and his half–squinted eyes glanced at the helmet on the shoe rack by the door. Frank had told Trevon before about the helmet’s matching logo to the motorcycle. This motorcycle was priced at around 200 to 300 thousand dollars.

mind flashed to the scene of a girl in leather being accosted by the wealthy

a moment did he reply, “No”

that he had not had dinner. He had thought Nell was home, but

so he did not go out again.

her shoes, Natalie looked straight at him and asked, “I’ll cook. Do you want

eat, she would cook an extra portion. She would only cook her

“Yes.”

turned into the kitchen to wash her hands before putting on

opposite the living room sofa, so the man sitting on the sofa could take in the kitchen woman’s every movement

wanted to come back today to see Natalie’s reaction to the scandal. But the result was that her face

that she did not care about it, or was she good at pretending?

minds were really inscrutable. Trevon suspected for a moment.

feeling, he determined that

felt something strange somewhere in his heart that he could not express. It was as if there was no agreement between them, and he was just

so focused on cooking that she did not know what the man

cooked food quickly. It took her only 40 minutes to

soup.

to the living room. “Mr. Wilson, food is ready.”

never called Trevon by his first name. She just followed Jim to call him

said everyone in Athana called him Mr.

into the dining room to sit

green salad, and egg soup on the

delicious, but it was

rich heir, was not used to eating such dishes. “These are just ordinary

like them, just go to cat in the restaurant. I’m

Trevon. He did not believe this himself.

take his meals from his

helped

doing so, she sat down and started eating. She was starving and completely ignored the man sitting across

need to keep an eye on Trevon all the time because he was

which made him look at her a few more times. This woman

a motorcycle, and cook.

Foster family was a big

not wealthy and influential, Natalie was still a young lady from a big family. But what she did was different from other girls from

back to his sense. He realized that he had lost his concentration several times tonight. Was he crazy?

still stuffing her mouth eagerly. Obliviously, she was completely unaware that the man sitting

see him as

and they chewed slowly and methodically when eating. But the woman before him was stuffing food directly into her

this be Natalie’s unique way of

not there, so he asked, “Didn’t Grandpa ask

“Am I that powerful? Can I have the power to order