Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

Chapter 382

Rose stood at the hotel entrance, clutching her suitcase. Amidst the flurry of activity, she could not help but marvel at the Winterland Hotel’s concept of harmonizing its design with the elements of the wind.

The hotel fronted the sea, a lone structure braving the wind. Before it sprawled a stretch of golden beach, far from the urban clamor. It was as if stepping into this serene expanse could soothe even the most agitated heart.

However, for Rose’s disposition, it was quite the opposite. Calmness eluded her, she was engulfed by excitement and delight, her inner world resonating with the joyous commotion.

The suites encompassed nine diverse styles – a standalone sea-view villa, a line of six-story guesthouses, and even translucent sunrooms….

Frank truly understood her preferences. This place was her heaven, evoking a desire to roll on the ground in pure elation.

Edward stood by, observing the unhidden joy on her face. He courteously inquired, “Which section are you staying in?”

Rose’s gaze flitted among the varying rooms, and she lamented, saying, “I would love to experience all of them, but time is limited. I’m unsure which type my brother reserved for me. I’ll inquire at the reception.”

Ilotel reservations were made by Frank using Rose’s ID and phone number. As such, verifying at the front desk would be

effortless.

Eventually, Rose discovered Frank had booked a villa for her. His generosity knew no bounds.

Coincidentally. Edward, who stood close behind, was also assigned to the villa area. Rose assumed he wanted to accompany her to her quarters, so she waved him off graciously, saying, “No need, I can manage on my own. You can proceed to your lodgings”

Edward adjusted his glasses, a touch of resignation in his gesture, took a breath, and answered, “I’m staying at the villa as well.

“Ah, what a coincidence! Very well, let’s proceed together then,” she replied.

Edward remained silent but he nodded in agreement. Today he had spoken more than usual.

Rose contemplated, “What an unexpected turn same flight, same hotel, even the identical room type. Should I tell Sherri

about this?”

Among her peers, Rose was quite the conversationalist. Having just finished unpacking, she leaned against the reception. counter and conversed fluently in English, asking, “Excuse me, I’d like to inquire about the attractions. Where do most visitors head first? Could you provide a recommendation?”

The reception staff were partial to good looks and were naturally inclined to assist the polite and charming young woman. Their pleasant exchange persisted.

After a chat of over ten minutes with the receptionist and armed with newfound insights, Rose sprung back to her room. primed for her initial destination.

Nearby the elevator, Edward engaged in a phone conversation. He spoke, “Take care during these days. I’ll be back within a couple of days”

The call was from Kyle. Edward had messaged him during the flight, informing him of his trip to attend the opening ceremony. Subsequently, he turned off his phone.

Having tracked the flight, Kyle surmised that Edward had already reached the hotel and called, saying, “You mentioned that only the gifts would arrive. So, why are you and the gifts both at Artroyland now?”

Edward’s gaze, obscured behind his lenses, was inscrutable, as deep as the ocean. He calmly replied, “Attending the ceremony in person shows our sincerity.”

have not moved on

I appear that fragile? Run the company adeptly, and I’ll bring back a gift for you upon my return,” Edward responded. With that, he concluded the call, leaving no avenue for Kyle to continue. A brief respite

picturesque scenery here, and considering her sister had secured flight tickets and lodging, he accepted her kindness and could

shining brightly, and the weather was warm.

stationed herself at the door, pressing the doorbell. “Good mon Would you be interested in some

ked, and the door cased open

moment of bewilderment, he gently extended

into the room, her voice tender as she explained. “I brought breakfast for

been awake for a while, yet fearing Ava might be resting in the morning, he had not called her. He had not anticipated her independent appearance, bearing breakfast at that

a pleasant

a self-assured posture, Ava exuded the aura of one thoroughly at ease. And indeed, she was in her element. This was the Turner

to him. Then on tiptoe, she enveloped his neck, bestowing a kiss upon his lips, and said, “A good morning

kiss

a warmth infusing a specific chamber of his heart. What if I have not brushed my teeth?” he

don’t mind. I love you regardless of your state, Ava

words flowed from the girl, flirtation taking root in the early morning. She remained blissfully unaware, her countenance innocent as if she had not

meal?”

forehead. Anchoring his hands upon her shoulders, Ava inclined her

I’ll watch you eat,” Ava replied. Before, he always watched her

plied his utensils onto the breakfast plate, and Ava ambled over in dainty strides, squatting beside him. Brimming with expectation, her gaze lifted towards

her eagerness. With one hand free, he tenderly cradled the back of her head lowering his lips to hers. Their tongues brushed, a trace of breakfast lingering on their palates. A mischievous smirk played

her face with both hands, then rose and nestled beside him, buried in his chest. He. in turn, indulged

muffled, bashful sound emanated from Ava as she

thought that prolonging this scene might undermine his self-restraint She seemed

his boundaries in suse proximity. Matters could escalate quickly

three or so bites, his breakfast was devoured Parting Ava, who

and he said, Don’t get

rock climbing the day prior, followed by a

other ar

to a splendid spot. Even if they remained confined to the

her musings, she articulated her sentiment, asking. “What if I prefer staying in? I wish to stay

mused inwardly. “Dors this girl know what she is saying? A whole day together might propel matters into a complicated

long journey to Saphire City, the notion

Yri. Frank

fear of his

differed. He

He

out seemed the wisest

the intent

or uninter