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.”

a good mood by Monday.

them hurriedly changed their clothes. After getting dressed, Trevon asked, “Do you want to ride or drive?” Natalie thought for a moment. There was no sadness on her face. “Ride. You ride.”

did not want to touch the motorcycle now because it was

engine. Natalie, who was standing at the side, was in a daze. She stared at the motorcycle without blinking until a hand pressed down on her head. She forced a

getting on the motorcycle, she wrapped her arms tightly around his waist. As they 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

naturally felt the change in her. He endured

of a hill. He got down, took a hat, and

climb the mountain. Every step was a farewell to the past. They walked past their memories and walked toward the future. There was no

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

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

didn’t understand what Grandpa meant. I was too young. Now, I seem to understand what Grandpa was implying. He was subtly telling me that he had made a mistake and

at the scenery of Athana. He opened his thin lips slightly and said. “No matter what, you still have me. I’ll

put one arm around his waist and leaned her head on his shoulder. The quiet company had always been the most

had their own thoughts and their own

climb. The two of them began to compete in

according to the list. The last two were piano and boxing, in order not to make their hands tremble, they chose to play the piano first. The venue was Lithern Club. Occasionally, it would be booked by someone to prepare a

romantic event

Natalie from being exhausted. Trevon suggested that they continue tomorrow. She did not object.

up in the morning and slept until 10 am. After she woke up and had lunch, it was

spent the morning in

Club. Surprisingly,

sofa and was about to take an afternoon nap. He was very relaxed. Trevon noticed that Natalie’s mood was much better, so he teased Frank “You

his

matter?” He glanced at

your piano, Trevon

of direction shouldn’t be contagious. The piano is on the first floor. I didn’t lock it, so there’s no need to pretend to be very polite.” Frank retorted to Trevon in front of Natalie.

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

whole family,” Frank said.

slowly sat down. It had been many years since she had played. She wanted to flip through the score, but she saw a score of a piano piece named “Possibility” on the piano. In an instant,

released it and pressed every note. A nice melody sounded at Lithern Club. Every

stood at the side and stared at Natalie Foster on the stage. This was the first

ached