Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart (Natalia and Hamilton) novel Chapter 125

Natalia stepped out of her apartment, snowflakes gently tumbling from the sky like delicate white feathers. But her mind was clouded with the memory of Hamilton's darkening expression when she had let those words slip from her lips.

She knew they would upset him. Yet, she had spoken them all the same.

If their relationship was destined to fizzle out, she didn't want to cling to a shred of false hope.

Taking a deep breath to fight back the bitterness rising in her throat, Natalia cast a final glance at the glowing windows of the apartment, mustered a wry smile, and walked away.

Inside the apartment, Hamilton remained perched on the sofa, his face as cold as if frosted over.

Time dragged on before he let out a scornful laugh.

Being with him was just a matter of convenience for her, wasn't it? She must've been counting down the days until their agreement ended.

Normally, he might have admired Natalia's pragmatism and clarity. But now, her sensibility irked him to no end.

Was being with him such a miserable ordeal?

Yet, he didn't hold her back.

Just as Natalia had said, he wasn't exactly pining for her. Women were hardly scarce in his life.

The concessions he had made for Natalia had already pushed his boundaries too far.

He admitted his possessiveness might be a tad excessive, but he had remained indifferent when Eveleen had stirred up a breakup, so why cling to Natalia?

Hamilton chuckled dryly, carelessly lighting up a cigarette. He truly disliked this feeling of losing control.

After all, she was just a lover—no need to get worked up. She could do as she pleased.

As long as she stayed clean, body and soul, and didn't mess around with other men, he couldn't care less.

Once the cigarette was finished, he changed clothes and left the apartment.

The place felt empty without her, and the desire to linger vanished.

The next day at the office, Natalia ran into Alden Fowler, who seemed to have been waiting for her.

"Ms. Jenkins, did you hear my brother nearly killed Gideon last night?" Alden approached her urgently.

Natalia's brow furrowed in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

Alden's face was grim. "Last night, my brother almost took Gideon's life. He went straight for Gideon's crotch. You didn't know?"

Natalia's mouth opened slightly, speechless.

Had Hamilton come back bloodied last night because of Gideon?

Her heart, which had been calm, suddenly churned with turmoil.

Alden frowned at her. "Ms. Jenkins, did my brother go after Gideon because of you?"

Natalia lowered her gaze, and after a moment, she murmured, "Perhaps."

Alden sighed softly. "Was it also because of you last time?"

He paused, then added, "My brother confronted Gideon once before. You didn't know?"

Natalia's lips pressed tightly together. She, indeed, didn't know.

Hamilton had come back furious last time, but she had no idea that he had already laid hands on Gideon.

After a brief silence, Natalia managed to ask, "Will there be trouble over this?"

Gideon might not be the most reputable guy, but the Browns wielded considerable clout in Silkwood City.

Alden glanced at her. "Ms. Jenkins, are you worried about my brother?"

Her response was tinged with bitterness. "I just don't want to cause any trouble."

Alden was silent for a moment before asking, "Ms. Jenkins, what's going on between you and my brother lately? I heard you moved out? Is it because of that kid? Or Eveleen?"

Natalia didn't answer. "Things between us have nothing to do with this."

Alden frowned, then reassured her, "Don't worry. The Browns aren't going to wage war over a guy like Gideon."

Natalia nodded in gratitude. "Thank you."

Alden seemed to want to press her about her relationship with his brother, but Natalia had already turned and left.

Back in her office, Natalia thought for a moment before sending Hamilton a message that read, [Thank you, Mr. Fowler, for handling the Gideon situation.]

After sending it, she kept an eye on her phone, but Hamilton never replied. They had parted on bad terms the night before, and Natalia knew he was likely still angry. Yet, aside from expressing her gratitude, anything else felt inappropriate.

The calendar had turned to its final page, and the end-of-year summary meeting was that afternoon.

Natalia saw Hamilton there, but they didn't exchange a single glance.

After the meeting, she went to the top floor, where Linda handed over the last two contracts needing Hamilton's signature. "Ms. Jenkins, Mr. Fowler has signed these. I'll forward them to you."

Natalia paused for a moment before responding, "Okay."