Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon)

Chapter 67

After a late night dinner at the Wilson’s residence, Theo felt a growing sense of agitation. He attempted

to reach Natalie twice, but there was no response. Later, the housekeeper, Gage, discovered that

Natalie was on duty that day and probably did not have her phone with her.

He was well aware of Natalie’s professional habits when attending to patients. She was known for her

serious and responsible nature, and she would refrain from carrying her phone during such times.

Instead, she would keep it on silent mode and place it in a

drawer.

Theo requested the butler, Gage, to retrieve his antihypertensive medication.

After a while, Gage returned with the medication and a glass of warm water. He was slightly concerned

as he spoke, “Mr. Theo. please try not to worry too much. The younger ones have their path and

blessings. You need to take care of your health and find some relaxation. The rumors about Mr. Trevon

reconciling with Miss Mia may not necessarily be true. Nowadays, journalists have plenty of free time

and often stir up controversies for the sake of online traffic and profits. It’s best not to believe

everything you read easily. If you’re genuinely concerned, I suggest contacting Mr. Trevon directly and

asking him about the situation.” Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Mr. Theo Wilson swallowed the medication, took a sip of water, and sighed resignedly. “Ah, that

scoundrel will eventually face the consequences of his actions. I suppose I’m worrying over nothing. I

am being overly anxious about this while he is being nonchalant.”

Gage chuckled softly and responded, “You have a way with metaphors, Mr. Theo. Mr. Trevon values

his connections with others, including your sentiments, so he entertains Miss Mia. However, it doesn’t

necessarily imply romantic feelings on his part.”

“This child has a kind heart but lacks emotional perceptiveness,” Theo remarked. “If that girl, Natalie,

witnesses what’s unfolding, it would be best if she divorces him. I won’t intervene to suppress this news

on social media. Let him become a trending topic, and let Natalie see it for herself. I’m eager to witness

him desperately chasing after his wife.”

Gage couldn’t help but chuckle helplessly, thinking to himself, “Mr. Theo’s playful nature is still intact,

deliberately trying to provoke Mr. Trevon”

Around 11 o’clock, Natalie rose from her seat and approached the restroom. As she squatted down,

she unintentionally overheard two girls’ voices in conversation near the sink.

“Have you seen the news? It turns out that Mr. Wilson has a girlfriend. No wonder he has stayed single

all these years. He was waiting for his soulmate. How romantic!”

“Yeah, I saw it too. It’s trending like crazy. It must be Mr. Wilson’s doing. Who else would dare to

promote his news like this?”

“I think so too. It’s definitely to give Miss Mia some status.”

“Ah, I envy Miss Mia. Mr. Theo adopted her, and now she is in a relationship with Mr. Wilson. She has

such a different late. It’s incredible how people can have such different lives. We are just ordinary

people. Why haven’t we been taken in as adopted daughters by a prestigious noble family?”

“Let’s finish washing our hands quickly and get back to work. There’s no use daydreaming about things

that are beyond our reach. Let’s focus on our jobs and be content with what we have.”

After Natalie listened to the conversation, she could not help but feel a mix of emotions. Being

unexpectedly entangled in the gossip surrounding her husban

left her unsure of how to respond. She was at a crossroads, uncertain about navigating this situation

and what mindset she should embrace.

Indeed, there was a hidden love affair. The speculations about the lipstick incident that night have now

been confirmed.

Back then, Sherri even suspected him of being gay, but it turns out he was perfectly normal regarding

his romantic inclinations.

After using the restroom and washing her hands, Natalie reached for a tissue to dry them. As she

instinctively reached into her pocket to retrieve her phone, she suddenly realized she had forgotten to

bring it along.

“Oh well, nothing is interesting to see anyway,” Natalie silently murmured.

with a determined resolve, Natalie straightened her appearance and took a confident step forward. She

remained focused on her work, as carning money through her diligent efforts was a source of fulfillment

for her.

A Koenigsegg stopped at the entrance of the grand villa in Adare Manor.

Jim anxiously glanced at the man about to step out of the backseat.

wilson, there’s an overwhelming surge of news circulating

online about you and Miss Mia. Should we take steps to suppress it?”

A heavy silence enveloped the car, and the interior grew so quiet that breathing became palpable.

After a prolonged silence, the man delicately parted his thin lips and said, “Let it be.”

Thinking he had misheard, Jim stumbled over his words, “L-Let it… let it be?”

He thought, “Mr. Wilson, are you sure about this? Aren’t you afraid that Mrs. Wilson will

misunderstand? You’re dancing on the edge

of divorce.”

The man replied coldly and sternly, “Can’t you understand what I am saying anymore? Do you need to

go to Southland to learn?”

Jim hastity replied, “I understand.” Meanwhile, a thought crossed his mind, “Apart from using Southland

as leverage, what other

cards does he hold?”

As Jim watched the departing figure of Trevon, he shook his head with a hint of helplessness.

Choosing not to return to his room, Trevon deliberately made his way to Natalie’s quarters, fully aware

that she would not return for the night.

Natalie’s room retained its clean and simple appearance with a touch of coldness.

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As he gazed at the bed, memories of that night flooded his mind. He recalled how he tightly held her

waist, yearning for more, craving more. The woman’s eyes were brimming with tears as she begged

him, her slender waist delicately nestled in his grasp. It felt soft and fragile like a gentle squeeze could

shatter its beauty. It was slim, tender, and carried a captivating allure.

Immersed in the recollection, he found himself unable to let go. Even after it had all ended, he held her

waist tightly as he drifted into a peaceful slumber, a sense of fulfillment enveloping him.

This woman’s demeanor was genuinely exasperating. Beyond her captivating physical allure, her

words and thoughts were distorted. She regarded him merely as a laborer.

The decision of who can share Trevon Wilson’s bed rests solely with him.

Back then, Mia could not touch him even when she wanted to hold his hand. So, why can’t Natalie

understand this?

Reluctantly. Trevon returned to his master bedroom after spending time in Natalie’s room.

After breakfast the following day, Natalie skipped showering and only washed her face before crawling

into bed. Despite the coral fleece duvet cover, the winter bed lacked warmth and could not comfort her

chilled body.

Today, the room felt unusually warm, devoid of any hint of coldness. Natalie did not find the need to

snuggle under the blankets and soon succumbed to sleep, her body enveloped in a comforting

warmth.

She had always slept well and would drift into a deep slumber once she fell asleep.

Her grandfather had often remarked on the resemblance between Natalie and her mother, and the

ability to fall into deep sleep seemed to be a trait passed down from her. Like her mother, Natalie was

entirely consumed by it once she entered into slumber. Regardless of any noise or disturbance in her

surroundings, she remained undisturbed, peacefully sleeping through it all.

Genetics was quite mysterious and difficult to comprehend or explain fully.

For instance, a child may inherit their mother’s facial features while taking after their father in terms of

personality. On the other hand, there were cases where a child’s appearance and traits bore no

resemblance to their parents, leading them to question if the child was adopted.

Natalie stirred from her slumber, her mind still hazy, as the soothing sound of raindrops tapping against

the window greeted her at 3

p.m.

Annoyance coursed through her veins as she begrudgingly confronted the rainy day. Winter rain was

particularly bothersome, with its knack for drenching her heavy coat. In stark contrast, summer showers

would leave her soaked, but a sunlit motorcycle ride would swiftly evaporate every drop.

A short chime sounded, indicating a new text message.

Rubbing her tired eyes, she yawned and sluggishly straightened herself, adjusting the covers. Then,

she reached for her phone to check her messages.

Furrowing her brows, she felt a slight pang in her chest as she read the message, even though she

knew its content beforehand.

Her eyes swiftly scanned the message, absorbing the composition before her. It revealed a

conversation between Trevon Wilson and an unidentified person, with the latter questioning if Trevon

could ever be captivated by a cunning woman like herself. Trevon’s response was unequivocal: he

couldn’t envision being involved with someone of her nature unless he was deprived of sight.

She was acutely aware of his lack of interest in her, as he had repeatedly claimed so. However,

comprehending his thoughts was one thing, and observing him openly confide in someone else without

holding back was an entirely different experience,

This is sufficient evidence of how much he was genuinely annoyed with her.

Such were the complexities of human nature. Just as Natalie was caught up in her thoughts, another

text message popped on her screen. It was an unfamiliar number. The identity of this mysterious

woman remained elusive, but one thing was crystal clear. This woman was focused on Trevon and

wanted to sow seeds of doubt and misunderstanding to push her away.

The other party had arranged to meet her in a private room on the second floor of the Lovers’ Cafe.

A cold snort escaped her lips involuntarily, reflecting her cynicism. This cafe appeared to have a certain

allure, serving as a common choice for significant events. Whether it was Sherri’s ill-fated blind date or

this forthcoming negotiation, both instances seemed to gravitate towards the very same establishment.

She lifted the covers and pulled back the curtains, revealing a view of the rain outside. The sight of the

downpour outside only exacerbated her growing irritation. As she glanced out, Natalie wondered if

Sherri was awake.

Turning around, Natalie strode towards the bedside and reached for her phone to dial Sherri’s number.

To her surprise, Sherri picked up promptly. “Hey, if you’re up, could you do me a favor and swing by to

pick me up?” Natalie requested,

Sherri was delighted by the timely phone call and replied, “Sure, I’ll be there immediately. Is it

something urgent? Alright, alright.”

Hearing Sherri’s response, Natalie could not help but wonder, “Is she not awake? Who is she talking

to?”

When the call ended, Sherri swiftly shifted her attention to her mother, Juana, and spoke immediately.

“Mom,” she began, a sense of urgency evident in her voice, “I won’t be able to play cards with you

today. Natalie is crying about an urgent problem she is facing now. Her grandfather had just passed on,

and she is feeling isolated. I can’t simply leave her in such distress.”

Upon hearing that Natalie was in tears, Jauna became concerned, and she could not help but urge

Sherri to check on Natalie, “Hurry up. Find out what is going on and help her if she can. If you cannot

handle it, get your brother to help. Offer her some solace and support.”

After Sherri left, Juana continued to murmur, “This child has been through a lot.”