Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon) novel Chapter 15

Natalie drove her sports car into the garage and parked it. Then she got out of the driver's seat.

Suddenly, the glaring high beams illuminated the spacious garage, causing Natalie to squint. She could see a gray Koenigsegg slowly entering the garage.

A man with long legs stepped out of the passenger seat. He was dressed in a black suit and pants, with his coat unbuttoned, revealing a crisp white shirt underneath. He had a clean and slender figure. But his icy expression gave off a sense of distance, creating an invisible pressure. He exuded an air of elegance and unapproachability.

Their eyes met for a brief moment. And pretending it wasn't awkward would be a lie. However, they could only pretend to be nonchalant.

It was the first time in many days that they encountered each other in the garage when returning home.

Natalie thought inwardly, "What should I say?"

Then she mustered a polite smile, squinting her beautiful eyes as she looked at Trevon. Then she said, "What a coincidence. Mr. Wilson, you just got home too."

After hearing that, Trevon remained silent. His deep and sharp gaze was fixed on her for a moment. After a while, his handsome face still remained cold. Then he replied, "Well."

Natalie was speechless. They managed to kill the conversation again.

Jim quickly got out of the car. He was ready to greet Natalie, whom he believed was easy to get along with.

To his surprise, there was a white Ferrari in front of him. He thought inwardly, "Wasn't this Mr. Landor's favorite car? Why was Mrs. Wilson driving it?"

He didn't notice the license plate when he saw it on the road. And later he was too focused on praising the woman to pay attention to the car.

Then Jim thought to himself, "Wait a moment. The woman in the suit..."

A flicker of astonishment flashed through Jim's eyes. He suddenly realized that the woman was just Natalie. Realizing this, he forgot to even greet her. His mouth was wide open in shock.

Trevon apparently noticed that his assistant had figured something out. Then he looked at Jim with disdain.

He just wanted to get Jim out of there. Then he said to Jim, "You can go back now. No need to pick me up tomorrow morning."

The cold voice of Trevon snapped Jim out of his shock. Jim thought to himself, "Mr. Wilson must have known that the person was Mrs. Wilson. He was truly worthy of being Mr. Wilson from Athana. He was so damn calm, just turning off the lights and watching the show while his wife got beaten up."

Jim maintained a calm expression on his face. Then he said, "Alright. Mrs. Wilson. Goodbye."

Being called "Mrs. Wilson" like that in front of Trevon made Natalie a bit unsure of how to react. Then she said, "Good... goodbye!"

Since Trevon didn't want to talk to her, Natalie decided not to push it and went straight home.

While changing her shoes, she couldn't shake off the feeling that someone was staring at her from behind. When she turned around, she indeed found Trevon looking at her with an enigmatic gaze. It seemed that he was sizing her up, or probing.

His gaze made her uncomfortable. It seemed that he wanted to say something to her— to see through her.

Natalie didn't like being stared at so blatantly without any words. Then she asked, "Mr. Wilson, is there something you need?"

"No," Trevon replied and then indifferently withdrew his gaze. He hadn't even realized that he had been lost in his thoughts while looking at Natalie. And images of her engaging in a fight inexplicably flashed through his mind.

In fact, he wanted to ask if she had offended anyone. But upon second thought, he thought that it wasn't appropriate. According to their agreement, they were not supposed to interfere with each other's affairs.

Trevon's expression was no longer complex, but rather distant and unapproachable. Natalie began to think that she had misunderstood him. So she replied, "Well. Do you want to grab a late-night snack?"

Natalie was a bit hungry and felt like having Spaghetti. It was actually quite difficult for her to handle the situation. If she didn't ask Trevon, he might think she was being selfish. But if she did ask, she was afraid he would misunderstand her intentions.

Being human was really a difficult thing.

"Well. I'll have a bowl. By the way, did Mr. Hawk reimburse you for the last meal?" Trevon asked. He believed that it was important to keep things clear and settled, regardless of who she was.

"Yeah. He transferred 100 dollars to me. It's too much. According to the market price for ordinary people, 10 dollars is enough. The excess can be refunded to you or accumulated for the next time by keeping a record. Well. Forget it. Let me just refund it to you. It's easy to make mistakes when keeping accounts."

"It's up to you," Trevon said in a low voice.

"Well, Okay. The Spaghetti for tonight is 4 dollars, making a total of 14 dollars. I'll refund 86 dollars to Mr. Hawk," Natalie said.

"Okay," Trevon replied.

Then Natalie immediately took out her phone from her pocket and transferred 86 dollars to Jim. After that, she put her phone back in her pants pocket. Then she went straight to the refrigerator to prepare the Spaghetti.

She shouted to the living room, "Do you eat Spaghetti Bolognese?" She liked to eat Spaghetti with tomatoes, ham sausage, eggs, and meat sauce.