Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

Chapter 55

Natalie took a cab to the supermarket a few miles from Adare Manor to pick up her car.

She tried to get a cab early in the morning and had no choice but to park her car in the parking lot beside the supermarket.

She headed home in her car shortly after.

The living room was pitch-black. Natalie’s heart arched a little when she saw the other well-lit houses in the neighborhood.

In a metropolitan city like Athana, no one put on a light waiting for her returt

In the past, no matter how late she was on duty, her grandfather would always watch television in the living room and wait. for her to get home before retiring.

Now, no one would keep the light on for her.

What would happen if she and Trevon were to get a divorce later?

Natalie shook her head, trying to discard the thought. The more she thought about it, the more flustered she became. She parked her car in the garage and turned on the light in the living room.

Days were especially short in the winter. The sky was already dark in the late afternoon. It was only 6 in the evening, and it was so dark one could not see the road. Fortunately, the street lamps were brightly lit and shone like daylight.

Natalie took a shower and put on a jacket. Then she took a cigarette and lighter from the bedside table, opened the balcony door, and leaned against the white railing. She lit a cigarette and took a puff between her moist lips before closing her eyes and enjoying the taste of nicotine.

Natalie was not pretentious, but she was still a woman in the end. She was sentimental and not all that rational. Images of Trevon Wilson hugging the woman in red filled her mind.

The same thoughts kept coming back in a loop.

Natalie felt hurt, but she could not explain why.

The streetlights outside the villa were exceptionally bright, so much so that she did not notice the headlights of a car stopping in front of the courtyard downstairs.

A man got out of the car and instantly noticed Natalie leaning against the balcony. His gorgeous brows furrowed when he saw the swirling stroke around her.

Trevon had forgotten that Natalie smoked. Hackett Blackwell had previously shared photos of her smoking in their group chat. She looked adept, charming, and enchanting.

“Mr. Wilson, take some hangover pills tonight. I’ll be leaving now,” Jim Hawk reminded Trevon before he took his leave.

drink tonight to be this drunk.

to drink in the first

villa in long strides, walked past the living room, and went straight to

was purposeful and determined.

her thoughts. The cigarette between her fingers was burning away. She

smoking?” Trevon took away her cigarette and threw it over the

eyes instantly. Trevon was right in front of her out of nowhere. His

a trace of dissatisfaction and emotion that Natalie

who had brushed past her tonight and

readily accepted gifts from another man. Natalie’s lips moved as she spoke, stimulating

and pressed against her mouth with his cold lips. He wrapped his arms around her slender waist and pinned her against the railing. Then

alcohol. It was not pleasant. She tried desperately to push him away, but their strength disparity did not affect him. She bit his lips hard, and instantly a bloody taste

any pain and continued to kiss her forcefully. His

suffocate if it continued. Her mind spun quickly, thinking Trevon must

distracted as she tried to save herself. Then she suddenly thought of

worked as expected.

retreated. His brows knotted as he touched his bitten lips. Evidently, he did not expect Natalie’s

she would

a while ago. As a doctor, Natalie understood the human

touched. The sensory system under the skin made it especially sensitive to

itchiness.

sensitive to its itch but that induced by others suddenly.

some.

Trevon Wilson was no exception. He was

pain on Trevon’s lips reminded him that Natalie just bit him. He narrowed his eyes and glared at her intently. Then, he approached her and placed his hands on the railing. “Natalie,

candidate? She had only interacted with one man today,

be her next candidate for a

think she misbehaved and flirted with other men when he was not

him holding the woman in red. “Isn’t it true for Mr. Wilson too? Aren’t you shopping for your next suitable candidate as well?” her tone was provocative

face darkened. He looked fed up as he gritted his teeth.

“What do you think, Mr. Wilson? Our partnership will end in a month. Do you care who my

you can’t get anything from me. Instead, you turned your attention to Edward Landor.