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.

tonight to be this drunk. Jun knew Trevon

to force him to drink in the first place. Moreover, he

past the living room,

was purposeful

were closed as she indulged in her thoughts. The cigarette between her fingers was burning away. She had

away her cigarette and threw it over the

was right in front of her out of nowhere. His handsome features were up

trace of dissatisfaction and emotion that Natalie could not understand.

while leaning lazily against the balcony railing. She looked at the man before her, someone who had brushed past her tonight and appeared again to snatch her cigarette

him. Moreover, they were not divorced, yet she readily accepted gifts

He wrapped his arms around her slender waist and pinned her against the railing. Then

the taste of nicotine and alcohol. It was not pleasant. She tried desperately to push him away, but their strength disparity did not affect him. She bit his

and acted as if he was possessed. He did not feel any pain and continued to kiss her forcefully. His

continued. Her mind spun quickly,

she tried to save herself. Then she suddenly thought of something

worked as expected.

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

would fight

adorable. She had forgotten that the same man had just forcefully kissed her and almost suffocated her a while ago. As a doctor, Natalie understood the human body structure well. Most people were ticklish. Her quick

sensory system under the skin made it

itchiness.

to its itch but that induced

some.

felt a great sense of accomplishment secretly. Even someone as dignified as Trevon Wilson was no exception. He was

He narrowed his eyes and glared at her intently. Then, he approached her and placed his hands on the railing. “Natalie, is the loneliness so unbearable that you are

only interacted with one

Edward to be her next candidate

and flirted with other

image of him holding the woman in red. “Isn’t it true for Mr. Wilson too? Aren’t you shopping for

gritted his teeth. “So you

eyes and said indifferently, “What do you think, Mr. Wilson? Our partnership will end in a month.

to you, Natalie! You’re good. You’ve finally revealed your true colors, thinking you can’t get anything from me. Instead, you turned