Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

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.

knowing her emotions. She replied in her usual tone and mood, [Go ahead and tell me. We’re friends, so there’s nothing we

only on the verge

replied straightforwardly. I don’t want to be friends

end our friendship? Does your girlfriend care about the existence

be it. She had been considering deleting him a few minutes ago anyway, but she couldn’t help feeling a slight pang in her chest.

puzzlement, [What girlfriend?]

topic suddenly shifting? Edward was confused after sending the

said you had planned to pursue that girl. It’s been a long time since then. So, you’re dating

Rose’s message. He dialed Sherri’s number directly. But at that moment, Sherri was sound asleep.

in a half-asleep state, sounding neither fully awake nor

an unmistakable tone that said.

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

still drowsy, replied, “Yeah, didn’t you say it yourself that night?”

messages could become when passed through someone who couldn’t relay them properly. “Think carefully. Did

a baffled Sherri in her messy office. Wasn’t that what he had said? He had mentioned having someone he liked and wanted

wrong with Edward. Time to go back to sleep. After all,

to Rose, saying, [Sherri was talking nonsense. I don’t have a girlfriend. I just have someone I like and want to pursue. I haven’t pursued her yet, and I don’t even know if I’ll succeed.]

you should go for it. If you can’t win her over, at least you won’t regret not trying. But you can’t

they’re true. You’re not a bad person. I just

betrayals. Even though Edward’s affections were directed elsewhere, she 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 any jerks in this lifetime.

be considered a very kind person. She was helping someone she liked by

person she was.

and kind-hearted, given

him to reply, but she still felt a strange twinge of pain. She propped her

She purified her mind and began to visualize herself as

its best to conjure this imagery as she

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

still, her eyes widening. “What on earth are you

also lead to sleep. If Sherri had arrived one minute later, she might have actually fallen asleep. Yawning. Rose rubbed her eyes. “I was meditating. Why are you

not seem bothered by anything. “My brother called and woke

Like a delayed period or constipation today. Trivial things, really.”

a string

was at a loss

kind of nonsense was this? She must be

my brother said was that he told you he has a girlfriend. No, wait, I think my brother 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 about him

recall her previous statement, nodding with certainty. “Yes, that’s right. I’m

the girl