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.

to drink tonight to be this drunk. Jun knew Trevon rarely got drunk when

him to drink in the first place. Moreover, he

did not reply. He headed for the villa in long strides, walked past

was purposeful and determined.

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

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

Trevon was right in front of her

of dissatisfaction and emotion that Natalie could not understand.

looked at the man before her, someone who had brushed past her tonight and appeared again to snatch

Natalie argued with him. Moreover, they were not divorced, yet she readily accepted gifts from another man. Natalie’s lips moved

lips. He wrapped his arms around her slender waist and pinned her against the railing. Then he plundered her fiercely and probed deeper into her mouth.

taste of nicotine and alcohol. It was not pleasant. She tried desperately to push him away, but their

was possessed. He did not feel any pain and continued to kiss her

Her mind spun quickly,

herself. Then she suddenly thought

as expected.

go of her and retreated. His brows knotted as he touched his bitten lips. Evidently, he did not expect

would fight him

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 wit saved her

were rarely touched. The sensory system

itchiness.

body was not sensitive to its itch but that induced by others suddenly. The irritation could be unbearable

some.

someone as dignified as Trevon Wilson was no exception. He was an ordinary person just like her, with a similar body structure and was ticklish.

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,

suitable candidate? She had only interacted with one man today, and that

to be her next candidate

with other men when he was

woman in red. “Isn’t it true for Mr. Wilson too? Aren’t you shopping for your next suitable candidate

up as he gritted his teeth. “So you

his eyes and said indifferently, “What do you think, Mr. Wilson? Our partnership will end in a month. Do you care who my next husband

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