Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

Chapter 15

Natalie drove her sports car into the garage and parked it. Then she got out of the driver’s seat.

Suddenly, the glaring high beams illuminated the spacious garage, causing Natalie to squint. She could see a gray Koenigsegg slowly entering the garage.

A man with long legs stepped out of the passenger seat. He was dressed in a black suit and pants, with his coat unbuttoned, revealing a crisp white shirt underneath. He had a clean and slender figure. But his icy expression gave off a sense of distance, creating an invisible pressure. He exuded an air of elegance and unapproachability.

Their eyes met for a brief moment. And pretending it wasn’t awkward would be a lie. However, they could only pretend to be nonchalant.

It was the first time in many days that they encountered each other in the garage when returning home.

Natalie thought inwardly, “What should I say?”

Then she mustered a polite smile, squinting her beautiful eyes as she looked at Trevon. Then she said, “What a coincidence. Mr. Wilson, you just got home too.”

After hearing that, Trevon remained silent. His deep and sharp gaze was fixed on her for a moment. After a while, his handsome face still remained cold. Then he replied, “Well.”

Natalie was speechless. They managed to kill the conversation again.

Jim quickly got out of the car. He was ready to greet Natalie, whom he believed was easy to get along with.

To his surprise, there was a white Ferrari in front of him. He thought inwardly, “Wasn’t this Mr. Landor’s favorite car? Why was Mrs. Wilson driving it?”

He didn’t notice the license plate when he saw it on the road. And later he was too focused on praising the woman to pay

attention to the car.

Then Jim thought to himself, “Wait a moment. The woman in the suit…”

A flicker of astonishment flashed through Jim’s eyes. He suddenly realized that the woman was just Natalie. Realizing this, he forgot to even greet her. His mouth was wide open in shock.

Trevon apparently noticed that his assistant had figured something out. Then he looked at Jim with disdain.

He just wanted to get Jim out of there. Then he said to Jim, “You can go back now. No need to pick me up tomorrow morning.

The cold voice of Trevon snapped Jim out of his shock. Jim thought to himself, “Mr. Wilson must have known that the person was Mrs. Wilson. He was truly worthy of being Mr. Wilson from Athana. He was so damn calm, just turning off the lights and watching the show while his wife got beaten up.”

maintained a calm expression on his face. Then he said, “Alright.

of Trevon made Natalie a bit unsure of how

didn’t want to talk to her, Natalie decided not

someone was staring at her from behind. When she turned. around, she indeed found Trevon looking at her with an enigmatic gaze. It seemed that he was sizing her up, or probing.

wanted to

so blatantly without any words.

in his thoughts while

fact, he wanted to ask if she had offended anyone. But upon second thought, he thought that it wasn’t appropriate. According to their agreement, they

that she had misunderstood him. So she replied, “Well. Do you want

didn’t ask Trevon, he might think she was being selfish. But if she did ask, she was afraid he

really a difficult

Trevon asked. He believed that it was important to keep

is enough. The excess can be refunded to you or

to you,” Trevon said in a low voice.

making a total of 14 dollars. I’ll refund

“Okay,” Trevon replied.

pocket and transferred 86 dollars to Jim. After that, she put her phone back in her pants pocket. Then she

to the living room. “Do you eat Spaghetti Bolognese?” She liked to eat Spaghetti with tomatoes, ham sausage, eggs,

He had actually never eaten it before. He usually dined lavishly and had never tried these things. So it was

Spaghetti Bolognese, he just hadn’t

make it. If you don’t, I won’t make it.” Natalie replied. She was really making it difficult for herself, preparing a dish that had to cater to Trevon’s

it delicious?” Trevon

delicious, will

and make it,” Trevon said. It was the first

was so strange. However, it was good anyway because she also wanted to eat Spaghetti Bolognese.

a chilly autumn breeze blowing, Jim was driving alone on a pitch–black road, feeling quite lonely

He hesitated to accept it, unsure of its meaning He still wondered why Trevon had asked him to transfer 100 dollars to

He used to think highly of her, finding her approachable. But after the bloody scene tonight, he was a

smoking a cigarette, with the TV on playing the latest news. His gaze kept shifting to the busy woman in the kitchen.

diverted

to me. What is this money for? Should I accept it?” Jim asked.

Trevon replied. Then he was about to hang up the phone when Jim quickly

Wilson. I have something else