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.”

face. Then he

“Mrs. Wilson like that in front of Trevon made Natalie a bit unsure of how to

her, Natalie decided not to push it and went

her from behind. When she turned. around, she indeed found

It seemed that he wanted to say something to

blatantly without any words. Then she

then indifferently withdrew his gaze. He hadn’t even realized that he had been lost in his thoughts while

offended anyone. But upon second thought, he thought that it wasn’t appropriate. According to their agreement,

complex, but rather distant and unapproachable. Natalie began to think that she had misunderstood him. So

to handle the situation. If she didn’t ask Trevon, he might think she was being selfish. But if she did ask, she was afraid he would misunderstand her

human was really a

the way, did Mr. Hawk reimburse you for the last meal?” Trevon asked. He believed that it

price for ordinary people, 10 dollars is enough. The excess can be refunded to you or accumulated for the next time by keeping a record. Well. Forget it. Let me just refund it to you. It’s easy to make mistakes when

said in a low voice.

Okay. The Spaghetti for tonight is 4 dollars, making a total of 14 dollars. I’ll refund 86 dollars to Mr. Hawk,”

“Okay,” Trevon replied.

phone from her pocket and transferred 86 dollars to Jim. After that, she put her phone back in her pants pocket. Then she went straight to the refrigerator to prepare the

Bolognese?” She liked to eat Spaghetti with tomatoes, ham sausage, eggs, and meat

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

he knew about Spaghetti Bolognese, he just hadn’t had it.

I’ll 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

it delicious?”

say it’s delicious, will

said. It was the first

that this man actually believed her. It was so strange. However, it was good anyway because she also wanted to eat Spaghetti Bolognese.

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

hesitated to accept it, unsure of its meaning He still wondered why Trevon had asked him to transfer 100 dollars to Natalie last time. Now, he wondered why

bloody scene tonight, he

sofa. He was smoking a cigarette, with the TV on playing the latest

diverted his gaze and

about Mr. Wilson. Mrs. Wilson transferred 86 dollars to me. What

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

I have something else to tell you,” Jim said.