Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

Chatper 402

Chapter 402

What was sharing a deep emotional connection?

At that moment, Rose and Edward were a perfect example.

After finishing their meal, Rose sat in her consultation room, preparing to rest. It had always been the three of them chatting together after meals in Natalie’s, Sherri’s, or her rooms.

They talked about anything and everything.

However, now that Natalie and Sherri had both been pregnant, they needed to take short naps during lunchtime due to fatigue. As a single person, Rose hadn’t wanted to disturb the two pregnant women, so she had returned to her own room.

She played with her phone in boredom. Recalling her conversation with her brother from the night before and what Sherri had said, she had decided to cut ties and delete Edward’s contact. It was better to end it quickly than to prolong the pain.

It had to be a clean break.

As she opened Edward’s contact, she noticed that the chat log was still on their last conversation.

After that, they had not messaged each other. Just as she was about to block him, she noticed a continuous cycle of “typing” and then stopping at the top corner of the screen.

What was going up?

She couldn’t help but wonder what Edward wanted to do.

For the next hour, it was a cycle of “typing” and then nothing. This situation had driven her to the brink of madness, and she could not help but feel puzzled. Her eyes had darted up and down, and she had become increasingly frustrated.

Rose had never felt so speechless before.

Did Edward have a language barrier?

She had found herself helplessly trying to go along with this odd situation for an hour, nearly driving herself crazy. Finally, she quickly typed into the chat interface, [Bro, just tell me what you’re preparing to say. If you can’t, at least give me a general idea, and I’ll help you organize it.]

It was exhausting for her, as people with direct personalities often tend to be. Whenever they saw something that could be resolved quickly, but others struggled with it, they had the urge to step in and help directly.

Similarly, individuals with obsessive-compulsive tendencies were like this too. If something wasn’t arranged properly or was out of place, they felt an instinctive need to correct it.

As long as the matter was not corrected and handled properly, discomfort would spread throughout their bodies. To put it bluntly, it was an illness.

Edward’s actions made it clear that he was typing a message, but those unaware might have thought his phone had a virus.

Finally, after much effort, Edward managed to send his message in his native language that said, I want to talk to you about something. Are you available now?]

Rose couldn’t help but wonder what took him so long to compose just these simple sentences. If Edward’s language teacher knew about it, they wouldn’t be able to contain their frustration.

communicating through screens, and he had no way of knowing her emotions. She replied in her usual tone and

the

straightforwardly. I don’t want to

to end our friendship? Does your girlfriend

be it. She had been considering deleting him a few minutes

puzzlement, [What

Edward was confused

unhappiness, [Sherri said you have a girlfriend. She also said you had planned to pursue that girl. It’s been a

his chair. He was confused after reading Rose’s message. He dialed Sherri’s number directly. But at that moment, Sherri was sound asleep. She was almost in the realm of

eyes, still in a half-asleep state, sounding neither fully

an unmistakable tone that said. “You’re disturbing my sleep.

tell Rose that I have a girlfriend?” Edward was puzzled. When had he mentioned having a girlfriend?

“Yeah, didn’t you say

relay them properly. “Think carefully. Did I say it like that? Did you ever pass your comprehension test in

he had said? He had mentioned having someone he liked and wanted to pursue. Didn’t that automatically make her his

must be wrong with Edward. Time

nonsense. I don’t have a girlfriend. I just have someone

Don’t be like you were in the past. I don’t mean anything negative, but if you genuinely like someone, you should go for it. If you can’t win her over, at least you won’t regret not trying. But you can’t be a scumbag. You

with her advice, [Although my words might be harsh, they’re true. You’re not a bad person. I just wanted to remind you. Whatever you do, don’t be a scumbag

still felt the need to offer advice. Saving a life carned merit, and she was hoping to accumulate some good karma for herself to ensure she wouldn’t encounter

very kind person. She was helping someone she liked by providing guidance and thoughtful reminders not

good person she was.

How could she be so generous and kind-hearted, given she was planning to delete Edward

but she still felt a strange twinge of pain. She propped her feet up on the chair and prepared to

volume to hear the guided meditation. She purified her mind and began to visualize herself as a tall tree rooted in the earth, surrounded by

this imagery as she immersed herself in the

Rose’s consultation room. After receiving an inexplicable phone call from her brother that disturbed her sleep, she couldn’t fall back asleep. She

the door open, Sherri stood still, her eyes widening. “What on earth are you doing? Meditation?”

one minute later, she

seem bothered by anything. “My brother called and woke me up. Why are you meditating? Got some troubles bothering you?”

grown-up stuff. Like a delayed period or constipation today. Trivial things,

a string

a loss for words.

was this? She must be

said he has a girlfriend. No, that’s not it. Let me think. My brother’s exact words were a bit fuzzy at the time, and I heard something

statement, nodding with certainty. “Yes, that’s right. I’m pretty sure that’s what he said. There’s no mistake. Did my brother

the girl

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