Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

Chapter 312

Emma stood upright with a commanding presence, her posture emanating grace and dignity

Emma didn’t break into a smile at that moment, but a subtle warmth was evident on her face, creating an aura of approachable courtesy

Observing Frank carrying the items, Emma feigned ignorance about him being someone Ava favored. She exchanged polite pleasantries, “You all are Ava’s friends. It brings Ava so much joy to have you here. I’ll graciously accept these gifts this time, but I hope you’ll consider coming empty-handed next time

Emma quickly caught on Frank didn’t want to be impolite. Refusing in front of so many people would affront his dignity. So, she gracefully accepted for now. She had no choice but to get them for now. If they ended up being with Ava in the future, taking these gifts would be natural What they had prepared for Ava went beyond what was before them.

If circumstances led to them not being together in the future, it would be appropriate for Joseph to return these gifts. But from her current perspective, the likelihood of the former was more substantial

Frank had a favorable impression of Emma. Her smile was soothing, perfectly complementing her stylish outfit. Like a gentle breeze from the south, she exuded warmth and gentleness, a stark contrast to Grace, whose presence carried an assertive and dominating energy.

“Alright, Emma, Frank courteously responded and took the items inside

Emma gestured to a servant to help with the items. Behind them, Hackett’s fingers practically turned white from gripping so tightly. Upon seeing the servant approaching, he hurriedly handed over the things

As Frank walked inside, Emma gave him a quick appraisal. At first glance, he exuded a handsome air. His face was undoubtedly crafted to match Ava’s preferences, flawless from every angle. He radiated a mix of coolness and politeness.

Seeing Frank stow away the items and depart, he nodded courteously in her direction. This only elevated Emma’s opinion of him. He conducted himself with poise, without a trace of undue familiarity. He desired to see Ava, yet he refrained from advancing toward the staircase.

He certainly knew how to strike the right balance.

Ava seemned to have a discerning eye.

Observing the scene unfolding in the courtyard, Jasper couldn’t remain in Emma’s embrace. He squirmed and wriggled. clearly eager to explore the surroundings.

Emma sighed softly and lowered Jasper to the ground. She hadn’t grasped his hand when he wriggled free and hurried toward the shaded area.

Once Jasper reached Trevon’s side, Emma turned and returned to her study.

Under the shade, Joseph had thoughtfully arranged a comfortable setup with a sofa, a coffee table, chairs, and a cooler stocked with various beverages popular among young people like Ava.

Having shared countless adventures with Hackett and Frank over the years, Hackett was taken aback by Frank’s unusually polite and amiable demeanor. It almost felt like he had been possessed or caught under a spell. Hackett couldn’t resist a teasing jab, “You’re quite the actor, aren’t you? Your acting skills could likely squeeze into a water bottle.”

Hackett grabbed a drink from the cooler with a playful grin, popped it open, and took a refreshing sip. The cooling sensation cascaded down his throat, revitalizing him from the inside out.

Frank lounged casually in his chair. His gaze locked onto the second-floor windows. He casually told Hackett, “Grab me a bottle, will you?”

After lugging around all those items, Hackett was slightly sweaty, but he was about to decline when another voice chimed in,

“Get me one too.”

now? Trevon, you’re practically part of the Turner family. Shouldn’t you be the one serving us?”

Frank

taste didn’t hold a candle to what he was used to.

just didn’t quite fancy the beverage

reaching out his little hands toward the drinks on the table. He

yearning expression on Jasper’s face, but he firmly declined, “No, sweetheart. Mommy wouldn’t like

to grab the drinks, Trevon held then just out of Jasper’s reach. After a while, Jasper gave up,

gaze to Hackett.

advising. “Just let Jasper sip to satisfy his craving. It won’t hurt as long

he’s not your son, huh?”

even Ruby

genes, huh? Come on over here. Jasper. I’ll grab

move. Trevon maintained his

his expression conveying. “Dad’s not going to budge.” He looked pretty bleak.

Jasper’s expression adorable and laughed. “Watch out when he grows up. He might pull the

you

your tube is better than having no one to

I ended up

were met with frosty glares the next instant. A chill seemed to run

the curtains on the second floor, within Ava’s room, peering through the

casually draped around Ava’s shoulder, leaned over in his usual calm manner. He sported a navy short-sleeved shirt and ash-gray jeans that fit his waist just right. No belt was needed. Leaning against the side of the curtain, he observed the boy Ava was fond of “How long are you all planning to keep spying?”

rose. Rose was the first one up. speaking candidly. “Well. Frank might have some charm,

momentarily forgotten about the recent favors she had received from Frank. Her pocket money might be in jeopardy.

one to meddle, so she settled onto the bed, while Sherri took a seat in the nearby chair. Rose, Alex, and Ava

She furrowed her brows slightly and admitted. “1g guess my self-control isn’t that great. What should I do? For a moment, I was genuinely touched seeing him carrying all those bags. There

Rose remained speechless.

was at a

the bed, leaning back with a faint smile. With Frank employing

easy to predict that it

halls. The friend request came next, yet messages remained unsent, leaving Ava to weave her tapestry of fantasies. And then, without a single salutation, he would materialize at the manor, each orchestrated meeting causing Ava to

hard to believe he had never been in a relationship before. Yet, his emotions remained untarnished, as

leaning against the curtain with a defeated air.

half hour was dominated by the sisters’ efforts to assist Ava in choosing her outfit,

feminine. After all, hasn’t Frank always mentioned that Ava has a bit of a tomboyish side?

on his opinions. Why should we adapt to his preferences? He’s the one pursuing you now, not the other way around. Just go with what

“But what if this style doesn’t align with your brother’s taste? What if it’s not his kind of thing?”

doubt that would be the case. If he’s managed to make his way to the manor, he must have some appreciation for aesthetics.

Rose’s personality but couldn’t hide his confusion, “Uh, pardon my curiosity. Rose, are you all closely related, or do you share a slightly different