Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

Chapter 343

Natalie paused for a moment, perhaps because she was thinking about the time he spent with Barron. Trevon did not interrupt He just pursed his lips and did not say anything. He tried his best to be a quiet listener.

After a while, Natalie continued to share “When I was sick as a child, Grandpa would always stay by my side. While I was in a daze, I saw him wiping his tears several times. Now that I think about it, Grandpa might have felt guilty.

“After seeing the diary and the video, I had a moment of doubt. Was Grandpa’s love for me guilt or true love? Did Grandpa raise me out of love or compensation’ After two days, I figured it out. Love and guilt coexisted. Grandpa didn’t go a day without feeling guilt in the diary, but there’s no cure for regret in the world. All he could do was make it up to me and protect me.

“Signing a contract with Harry to sever the father-son relationship, I think Grandpa probably wanted to protect Harry as a father for the last time. In the future, they would no longer be father and son. At the same time, he was telling Harry to take care of himself. I think that should be the case. Trevon, if something like this happened to Jasper, you should choose to protect him too”

How many parents could put righteousness before family and make a decisive choice?

She didn’t know. She couldn’t know, because it didn’t happen to her. Now that she was also a mother, she seemed to be able to understand but not entirely.

The only thing she was sure of was that her grandfather loved her.

After a moment of silence, Trevon stared at the ceiling and said, “This won’t happen to us.”

A line of tears that Natalie had been suppressing for a long time formed a line and flowed down onto the boxing ring. They dripped silently and pooled beside her. She did not wipe them away and let the tears fall.

There was a moment of silence. Trevon sensed that something was different. He turned around slightly, leaned over, and reached out to wipe Natalie’s tears. He felt pain in his own licart. “You still have me,” Trevon said. “You don’t have to suppress all the emotions in your heart. You can vent them however you want. You can bite me or hit me until you’re in a good mood.”

Gentle words could always break through hidden emotions. Sometimes, the hardships of life did not make people cry. Sometimes, the mockery everywhere did not make people cry. Instead, someone noticing that you’re back or asking if you’ve eaten could easily break through one’s defense.

with one hand and turned

herself into Trevon’s arms, hugging his waist tightly. Her feet were sandwiched between Trevon’s legs, slightly bent. His other hand wrapped

low on the stage. A tear stain appeared on Trevon’s boxing uniform and it darkened. Natalie cried for a very, very long time. Trevon’s hand that was supporting his

lowered his eyes to look at her and asked. “Are you feeling better? If not. I have a good way to let you vent and completely forget about

probe further into the meaning of his words.

say anything, but his actions directly told her what he was doing. He raised his chin and

her head

to indulge herself for once. The boxing ring did not seem too bad. She wrapped her arms around Trevon’s neck and pulled him towards her. She kissed until both of them were panting heavily Trevon let go of her with bloodshot eyes and

lips curled up slightly. In the future, her memories of the ring would no longer be of her grandfather standing at the side and watching her train. Instead, it would be of her being intimate with Trevon. This change was quite

lock the door. The security guard outside was very puzzled. Was there a need to lock the

location of the electric switch and pulled the switch. In an instant, the room darkened. The window was still open, and the breeze stirred the curtains. Traces of light

returned to the ring and lay down beside Natalie. He kissed her lips again, and it became more and more intense. The atmosphere in the boxing

longer a ring, but a huge bed. It was very comfortable and they were

strange sounds. He felt that it should be the sound of the two of them punching and being in pain.

She was nestled in Trevon’s arms. No one could

couldn’t help but fall into deep thought. Was Trevon so ruthless that Natalie couldn’t walk after

Frank, who was sitting at the bar counter. Frank looked at Trevon meaningfully and said playfully. When

she’d want to find a hole to hide in. The consequences of letting herself

gaze and smiled. He ignored Frank’s comment