Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

Chapter 341

When Natalie returned to her room, she was not pretending to sleep. When Trevon Wilson returned, she was already asleep. This made him wonder if his guess was wrong.

However, this shouldn’t be the current reaction given the deep relationship between Natalie and Barron. In the past, the two of them had to rely on each other for survival.

It was obvious that she loved her grandfather very much.

After the divorce, she could actually buy a house, but she didn’t. Trevon asked this question, and Natalie said, “Because renting a house is different from buying a house. The rented house belongs to someone else. You can accept that no one lights it up for you, but buying a house is different. It’s your new home. If it’s dark every time you go home, it doesn’t feel like a home.”

Thinking back to what she had said, it was very sad. It could be seen how unacceptable it was for her that Barron passed

away.

He stood by the bed and frowned slightly. In the end, he lay down under the blanket and hugged her to sleep as usual It was a quiet night, and she didn’t dream. Perhaps it was because of the sense of security he exuded.

The next morning, the sky was clear. Sherri Landor sent a message early in the morning suggesting a spring outing. Natalie typed in a few messages on WhatsApp. She lied and said that she had something to do today and could not go together. She did not reveal what had happened in the past few days. She did not want Sherri to feel burdened and worried. If Sherri found out, she would definitely not hang out with Hackett Blackwell today. She would definitely rush over. After replying to the messages, she saw that Trevon was still asleep. She wondered whether he was going to the office today. She moved a small stool and sat on the carpet. She took a piece of paper and a pen and began to plan for today and

tomorrow.

The title was “The Timetable of Farewells.”

Climbing mountains because when she was young, she often climbed small mountains with her grandfather. At that time, her grandfather was not very old and did not have pancreatic cancer. He always accompanied her to find the beauty of nature and released their unhappiness by shouting at the mountains.

Rock climbing was a sport she liked in university. For her, every time she encountered difficulties, she would climb once. Every time she succeeded, her mental state would be different.

One project after another was decided. There was boxing, cycling, dancing, piano playing…

These were all taught to her by her grandfather. Even riding a bicycle was taught to her by her grandfather by a professional.

Trevon had woken up long ago. He sat on the bed and watched the woman on the ground busily writing something. He was very curious. He thought that she would be depressed when she woke up in the morning, but it was not the case. He quietly got out of bed and stood behind her. He glanced at the things on the paper. “Are you going today?”

Without turning around, she replied, “Yeah. Go to work. I’ll go myself. Don’t worry.”

Trevon lied, “Father didn’t let me go to the company and asked me to prepare for the wedding, so I could only stay at home. Why don’t you take me to experience your schedule?”

She turned her head to look at his face and saw that he was expressionless and serious. She knew that he was worried, even if he did not show it. “Sure, time is tight.”

in a

getting dressed, Trevon asked, “Do you want to ride or drive?” Natalie thought for a moment. There was no sadness

to touch the motorcycle now

slender leg and stepped on it. He started the engine. Natalie, who was standing at the side, was in a daze. She stared at the motorcycle without blinking until

rode on the Athana road, the memories replayed in front of her eyes. Her tears drifted as the motorcycle sped. She raised one hand to wipe them

change in her. He endured it, but he did not

foot of a hill. He got down, took a hat, and put it on her head. “It’s too sunny. Wear it.

walked side by side. No one spoke. It was quiet as they climbed the mountain. It was as if they were really here to climb the mountain. Every step was a farewell to the past. They walked past their memories and walked toward the future. There was no turning back. There was

the mountain. Trevon still stood silently and did not disturb her. She stood at a spot and shouted into the mountain again

her eyes. “This is the way Grandpa taught me to vent. When I was young, as long as I was unhappy or did badly in the exams. Grandpa would bring me up the mountain to vent. After venting. I would continue to work hard. Grandpa often said that climbing the mountain is like walking through life. You can’t jump on the steep cliff. You have to be careful step

understand what Grandpa meant. I was too young. Now, I seem to understand what Grandpa was implying. He was subtly

Athana. He opened his thin lips slightly

his shoulder. The quiet company had always been the most healing

their own unique way of dealing with emotions.

climbing the mountain, the two of them went to the rock climbing hall to climb. The two of them began to compete in speed Trevon deliberately slowed down to wait for her during the

hands tremble, they chose to play the piano first. The venue was Lithern Club. Occasionally, it would be booked

romantic event

of the day, she had already completed half of the list. In order to prevent Natalie from being exhausted. Trevon suggested that they continue tomorrow. She did not

because Trevon secretly lit sleeping incense at night, Natalie did not wake up in the morning and slept

spent the morning

in Lithern Club. Surprisingly, Frank Roberts was in the office. Trevon led Natalie into

take an afternoon nap. He was very relaxed. Trevon noticed that Natalie’s mood was much better, so he teased Frank “You didn’t contact Auntie Ava?”

laid lazily on the sofa with his legs

What’s the matter?” He glanced at Natalie,

your piano, Trevon said.

be contagious. The piano is on the first floor. I didn’t lock it, so there’s no need to pretend

if you’re lovesick. If you’re depressed, I can still give

your whole family,” Frank said.

but she saw a score of a piano piece named “Possibility” on the piano.

her fist, she finally released it and pressed every note. A nice

it was not bad. It was much better than many professionals. She controlled every rhythm very well. Trevon Wilson stood at the side and stared at Natalie Foster on the stage. This was the

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