Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

Chapter 383

Mr. Roberts?

She showed some respect towards him.

Forget it. She must still be simmering with anger.

After a moment of silence, Frank picked up a drink. His eyes darkened a little as he clinked his glass against Ava’s. His tone was natural, and no one could tell that there was anything different. It seemed to be a simple greeting. He replied politely. “It was nothing. You’re welcome”

Didn’t he say that he wanted to woo her? Why was he so cold again? Hmph, she would just express her gratitude casually.

As the conversation unfolded, Ava raised her head and took a determined sip from her glass. The crystal cup seemed to tremble slightly in her tightly clenched hand, causing her fair fingers to pale under the pressure. Her youthful innocence made it difficult for her to hide her emotions, and her small mouth pouted, accentuating the subtle bulge of her cheeks.

Jasper imitated her actions. It was exactly the same. Frank did not turn to look at the girl beside him, but he knew the answer from the face of Trevon’s son. He smiled.

He lowered his eyes and took out his phone. He typed. “It’s worth it.

Ava’s phone dinged. She took it out and checked the message. What did it mean? Did it mean that she was worth it?

“Ah ah, calm down.”

Ava felt a slight blush on her face, and her ears turned warm. She could hear the strong and resounding throb of her heart. With both hands covering her face to cool down, her lips curled up, and she couldn’t contain her happiness. Deep down, she scolded herself for being so easily excitable and losing her composure over his words.

Alex turned his head to get food. When he saw Ava’s red face, he asked in confusion. “Ava, why is your face red? Is it hot?”

Alex continued, “It shouldn’t be hot. There are ice cubes around. It’s very cool.

A single sentence made everyone at the table turn their heads towards Ava. Jasper was no exception. Mimicking Ava’s actions, he placed both hands on the table, covering his face and patting it gently while wiggling his little bottom on Trevon lap.

With a smack, Jasper’s bottom received a light tap, causing his little flesh to jiggle a few times. It had great elasticity.

Since arriving in Sapphire City, he truly came alive. His vibrant personality shined through as he exuded a newfound liveliness.

Truly, the character of children was molded by the distinct ambiance of their upbringing. The Turner family resembled a tranquil harbor, radiating a sense of warmth, love, and contentment. Their home breathed with an invigorating vitality, akin to the carefree growth of goldfish in a bubbling stream, unhindered and full of life.

It seemed that the atmosphere of the Wilson family had to be changed.

Trevon’s action diverted Ava’s attention and reduced a lot of the awkwardness. For a moment, everyone’s attention was on Jasper.

Natalie elbowed him to express his dissatisfaction. Why did he pat his son for no reason? “What are you doing? Children are born like this.”

After speaking, she gently rubbed the spot where her son had been smacked, feeling a wave of heartache. This man’s hands were so big, and the impact area was quite substantial. It would be strange if it didn’t hurt.

Trevon naturally noticed her expression of concern and gestured her, indicating for her to let her see where her son was now wiggling.

Natalie looked in the direction he was pointing at. Natalie’s face was also slightly blushed as if she was slightly drunk.

She secretly pinched his thigh under the table, but Trevon didn’t even flinch, maintaining a calm expression.

No matter how happy the atmosphere was, there would be times when they would be separated. Wasn’t the adult world constantly saying goodbye?

playfully swayed it before their eyes. “Dear,” she declared, her voice filled with warmth, “tonight, I will be returning to Athana. Let us raise our glasses and toast to the enduring bond of our friendship, as

men at the table. One by one, they

women raised their glasses in unison and clinked their glasses. The crisp sound echoed like glass music.

farewell

do you want me to help you apply

of leave?”

the purpose of cheering up Ava and also pulling Frank along, all while boosting her own popularity. Once the mission was accomplished, she needed

was indeed a driven and ambitious individual. Although she could easily live off her family’s wealth and laze around, she didn’t want to waste her potential. She refused, saying. “No need. I have a strong work ethic. Besides, I’ve already taken. four days off right after starting my job, which is already an exception. If it weren’t for my persistent persuading,

but she was also curious. How could a person who had just started working be able to take so many days off? With the Roberts

excuse did you find to take so many

watch her competition.

the morning when she returned to Athana. She still

heart was filled

empty chair from the nearby table, sliding his own chair

fountain, it’s not your

Frank said unhappily.

had already taken a seat by her side. They were now only less than an inch away, but Ava remained oblivious as her small eyes continued to wait for a response. “Are you okay?” she asked, genuinely concerned.

waved her hand. Her chin was still dripping with beer. She took four tissues to wipe it. Because of her guilty conscience, she

to apply for leave, she would definitely have sprayed another glass at Cranky’s

her mind. It was

of her hair and said, “Well, I just found a random reason. Our hospital’s personnel are especially

together to come up with plausible excuses, but Rose had stubbornly followed her own path. With a mischievous twinkle in their eyes, they exchanged

the topic, she said to Ava, “Ava, I will wait

a girl. If he could not bring her

Ava.

light shone on her and she smiled

to Alex. Welcome to Athana.

extremely handsome OK and

to vent the frustration that built up during the flight, which had been delayed for several

a game with four players

at the remaining people and secretly counted four people. She

”

lowered her gaze and answered. Her heartbeat

had thrown out. He

time and

in front of your father, you’ll be like a bomb.”

chimed in. “My card is Bomb.

cards was boring. No matter what, there had to be a prize. Moreover, unknown prizes were more fanciful. Just like the last time. Frank lent her his phone,

she thought about it, the more she felt

don’t gamble on money. I

replied. “Rose, are

“Transfer

covered her pocket. “I earned it with my intelligence. Why

holding flowers? If it was not because of her generosity, that