Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

Chapter 223

It was already midnight

Trevon’s heart was heavy when he left Josephi’s room. The first person he thought of was Natalie. He quickly took out his phone and sent a message to her (Goodnight, my lovel

He did not think that Josephi’s suspicion was groundless. He had the same thought back then. His body stiffened when he thought that the truth might turn out to be exactly what they suspected

Natalie was lying in bed. When she was half-asleep, she felt her phone vibrate. She turned to one side and unlocked her phone. It was a message from Trevon

She scammed the message and typed. [“Have you showered”]

After sending the message, she felt her heart beat a little Lister. Her face was also flushed red.

Shortly after. Trevon replied. [Are you waiting for me? Are you waiting to help me shower?]

Natalie’s grip on the phone tightened Indeed, her earlier message seemed to suggest that she was waiting to help him shower While contemplating how to reply to him, another message from Travon arrived. It’s rather late. I won’t tease you. anymore I’ll keep a tally of what you owe me, and Ill collect next time, with interest |

On the chatbox, she could tell that Trevon was typing another message. Soon, another message was received. [Rest early. Good night. I miss you!

As she read through their playful banter in the chatbox, her heart warmed with affection.

They must be deeply in love with each other. No matter how late it was at rught, he would never fail to send a message to wish her good night,

The computer game between Ana and Frank was still going on. They had already played several rounds.

Ava had lost one round. She wriggled her fingers and turned to Natalie. “Natalie, what are you doing? Why do you look so happy? Did Trevon send you a message?”

Natalie concealed her feelings of joy and changed the subject. “Aren’t you going to sleep? It’s already midnight. Is there already a winner?”

Although Ava had lost, she still felt very happy. Both of them were evenly matched. She rarely met someone whose skills. were on par with her. She beamed. “Not yet. Oh, forget it. I’ll tell Buddy we’ll play again another day.”

As she spoke, she started to text Frank (Buddy. I’m logging off now. Let’s play another day 1

Frank did not reply to Ava’s message. She waited for a while and frowned. “Natalie, does Frank usually not reply to messages?”

Natalie did not know either. After all, she did not have Frank’s contact information. If it was a few hours ago when Hackett. was still around, she could still ask him “I don’t know, but he doesn’t seem to talk much”

She uttered in her heart. “Whenever he opens his mouth, only harsh words can be heard. Who can tolerate such rudeness?”

Suddenly, Natalie got curious. She turned sideways on the bed and supported her head with one hand. “Why did you call him Buddy?”

Ava was not bothered by Frank’s non-reply. She turned off the computer and placed it on the table. She climbed onto the bed and lay down. With her hands supporting her chin, she said, “Natalie, don’t you think he’s very handsome?”

started to wonder if

Ava could handle. Although he was handsome, he was also aloof

mess around with him.

head to one side. Ava pondered for a while. “Is he that difficult

he reply to your messages

him messages to ask him some technical questions regarding

was very

In turn, he had launched a counter-attack. Other than playing games, there was no

not seem provoked even when Ava teased him mercilessly during

supported her head with her hand, pouting. “No. He didn’t reply to

any reply from Frank too. She remembered that Sherri tried to flirt with Frank at the cafe. Back then, he told

he only gave his WhatsApp ID to Ava on Trevon’s account.

Frank felt. No matter how much Ava teased him, he would not respond to her messages. Perhaps it was true that he liked women who talked less

she would not be someone Frank would like. It was a good

It was already 40 minutes past 12. She stood up and stroked Ava’s head. “Hurry up and go to sleep. Frank is not someone you can mess with. It’s fine to exchange pointers

you think it’s uncomfortable for him to hold it in and not speak? I’m sure he will

rendered speechless by that

tell Ava that it was holding all inside him. It was Frank’s personality. Some

morning, Ava arrived at

skirt and a white blouse with puffed sleeves, and her hair was tied up in a high ponytail. She looked like a high school student, innocent and youthful. It was impossible for anyone to harbor inappropriate thoughts

stood on one side, watching over her. Not once did he

too engrossed looking around that she did not notice someone standing near her. Frank had already been here

too young. So what if she’s good-looking? It feels criminal to even harbor any

man standing near her. He stood out among the crowd, and she noticed hum immediately. The

He was wearing a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt. Perhaps the weather was too hot that his sweater was draped loosely around his shoulders with the

a roguish charm

corners of her mouth soon curled up into a coy smile. “Buddy, are you here to pick someone

at the person standing in front of him

say something more? Won’t you suffocate to death by keeping everything

not keep quiet. She continued to find a topic to talk to Frank Buddy, why didn’t

was wearing black sunglasses, so his eyes were not visible. The sunglasses were very

Ava continued to chatter away. She was determined to make Frank talk. “Buddy, are you

a little embarrassed for Ava. She was talking non-stop, yet Frank seemed

a sense of defeat. Noticing her crestfallen expression through the lens of his sunglasses, Frank replied,

“No.”

to me. Your

in the

straight and strode toward the exit.