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.

After all, they were communicating through screens, and he had no way of knowing her emotions. She replied in her usual tone and mood, [Go ahead and tell me. We’re friends, so there’s

the verge of deleting

don’t want to be friends

end our friendship? Does your girlfriend care about

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

replied in puzzlement, [What

Edward was confused after sending

also said you had planned to pursue that girl. It’s been a long time since then. So, you’re dating her now, right!]

number directly. But at that moment, Sherri was sound asleep. She was almost in the realm of dreams when the abrupt ringing of her

the call with closed eyes, still in a half-asleep state, sounding neither fully awake nor

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

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

you say it

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

what he had said? He had mentioned having someone he liked and wanted to pursue.

wrong. Something must be wrong with Edward. Time to go back to sleep. After all, she was

message to Rose, saying, [Sherri was talking nonsense. I don’t have a girlfriend. I just have someone I

politeness, Rose gave some naive advice. [If you like her, just pursue her. 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 can’t like someone and then chase after someone

a bad person.

betrayals. Even though Edward’s affections were directed elsewhere, she still felt the need to offer advice. Saving a

a very kind person. She was helping someone she liked by providing guidance

good person she was.

kind-hearted, given she was planning to delete

a strange twinge of pain. She

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

imagery as she immersed herself in the

inexplicable phone call from her brother that disturbed her sleep, she couldn’t fall back asleep. She had checked on Natalie and found her still sleeping,

the door open, Sherri stood still, her eyes widening. “What on earth

verge of drifting off. While meditation was beneficial, it could also lead to sleep. If Sherri had arrived one minute

day and did not seem bothered by anything. “My brother called and woke me up. Why are you

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

with a string

a loss for

was this? She must

girlfriend. No, that’s not it. Let me think. My brother’s exact words

pause, Sherri tried to recall her previous statement, nodding with certainty. “Yes, that’s right. I’m pretty

the girl

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