Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

Chapter 315

The commencement of the game marked a moment of excitement. Joseph settled beside Rose, followed by Alex, Natalie,

Trevon, Hackett, Sherri, Ava, and Frank.

Whether it’s Ava, Sherri, Rose, or even Natalie, all of them cherished the current ambiance. This was a hard-earned moment for everyone.

As melodious music filled the air, Rose elevated her left hand and declared loudly, “1,” Joseph’s warm voice chimed in, “2,” and the numbers 3, 4, followed, and so on.

Ava landed as the eighth in the first round. Nearly letting slip an “8,” she caught herself just in time. A smile tugged at’her lips as she playfully scratched her head, her gaze sliding toward Frank, who was seated next to her.

Her pale hand suspended mid-air as a blush formed on her cheeks. She hesitated in patting him.

All eyes fixated on the outcome of the first round, curious about whether Ava would dare to hit Frank and how he would react.

On the other hand, Joseph remained calm and composed, almost as if he was privy to the outcome, a slight smile adorning his lips.

That was not what Trevon Wilson and Natalie Foster were thinking. While the couple held distinct perspectives, they acted harmoniously as they calculated the upcoming head-pats.

After a moment, they spoke in unison and shared a knowing smile, “This is the start to the end…

They were prepared to be the ‘victims’ of the game later on

“Go ahead, vent your frustrations. There is no need to restrain yourself,” Frank remarked with a smile.

With an audience watching, Ava found herself torn between hitting Frank or holding back. Abstaining would stall the leaving the others hanging.

game,

Ava concluded that a pat on the head during the game was not about revenge. She clenched her fist, then relaxed it before patting the back of Frank’s head. While it was not a brutal hit, the power from the pat caused Frank’s head to tilt forward. Witnessing this, Hackett could not help but silently chuckle. It was rare for them to witness Frank in such a pitiful plight. If only he had reacted much quicker, Hackett could have captured this as a memory so they could play the video on a grand screen during Frank’s wedding.

Trevon threw Frank a meaningful glance as he suggested, “One more time, perhaps?”

Joseph automatically brushed the statement aside. While Trevon had calculated, Joseph had done the same. After patting Frank, Ava’s frustration seemed to have waned, and warmth radiated from her heart.

After patting Frank on the head, Ava’s frustration seemed to have waned, and warmth radiated from her heart.

In the second round, Frank was eighteenth, and Rose’s turn was right after his. Frank drew his hand back a tad before delivering a solid pat to Rose’s head.

Can’t you ease up a little

serious tone. “The rules did not say that we should go

elder brother’s arm before continuing the

of awkwardness surfaced, and she cleared

sensed her discomfort from her expression and reassured her, saying, “There’s no need for you to worry. We will follow the rules.

Rose shut her eyes and delicately tapped Joseph on his head before swiftly retracting her hand. She felt embarrassed, wondering how she had missed herself. Regardless of

round, Joseph’s pat landed on Alex. Their camaraderie eliminated any awkwardness. Clad in masculine attire, their familiarity with each other was evident. Before the pat, Alex even

Alex’s comment, and he realized why Ava got along so well with this tomboyish girl and brought her to the

sixth, Natalie’s target was Trevon. Anticipating the hit, Trevon

pat was gentle and hesitant. Trevon reveled in the experience, showcasing affection for their son by playfully touching

larger hand away with his

response. Trevon remarked, “This visit to Sapphire City has bolstered your courage and

as a showdown between the men. Trevon’s hit on Hackett was so strong that it could have caused a concussion. Hackett, after that, rubbed his head, muttering.

kept rubbing the back of his head and cursing. “If

Trevon inquired, “Are

the eighth round, it was Hackett’s turn to target Sherri. Hackett slightly tweaked the rule, opting for a kiss instead He gently

was pursuing him, her boldness was palpable. Now, that boldness seemed to have waned. The transformation from daring to reserved puzzled him. He contemplated that if he were to kiss her

on her, yet her embarrassment prevented her from facing him. The mere thought of

Ava, and it was more of an encouraging pat. And in the final round, the tenth, Ava’s number was “98,”

this marks the tenth round, a perfect ending! Give it

was the perfect ending.

once again caressed her ears. In the dim night, the campfire cast his silhouette in sharp relief. It was distinct, captivating, and charismatic. His lips parted slightly as he said, “Feel free to hit me however

angry or being theatrical. She wanted Frank to woo her. It was a simple request, yet she was cautious of her pride and needed a

she uttered. Ava lifted her hands with her words and softened her grip before

Ava slightly regretted her restraint. Her hand remained suspended mid-air. Standing tall, Frank slowly guided her hand back to its original

blow? Was it alright?” Ava pondered.

through Ava’s body when Frank’s hand touched her arm, a cellular stir that raced through her body. Her heart fluttered, and her eyelids dropped as her fingers fidgeted

the other hand, Frank captured each subtle motion

the clock neared 10 o’clock, Rose reluctantly spoke, Tm leaving. You guys keep playing.”

of the group rose to their feet as they intended

to Athana. Spare me that mournful look. Smile, everyone. Life is beautiful, so do not frown. Smiling makes you look

added, “Mr. Turner, there’s no need to see me off. You’ve already arranged a private plane for me to stay till late. I’m incredibly grateful for your assistance. I owe you

softly. “Alright,” he mused, aware he might not

departing. Hackett stepped forward for a hug, but Frank sidestepped, lifting a foot