Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon) novel Chapter 55

Chapter 55 

Natalie took a cab to the supermarket a few miles from Adare Manor to pick up her car. 

She tried to get a cab early in the morning and had no choice but to park her car in the parking lot beside the supermarket. 

She headed home in her car shortly after. 

The living room was pitch-black. Natalie’s heart arched a little when she saw the other well-lit houses in the neighborhood. 

In a metropolitan city like Athana, no one put on a light waiting for her returt 

In the past, no matter how late she was on duty, her grandfather would always watch television in the living room and wait. for her to get home before retiring. 

Now, no one would keep the light on for her. 

What would happen if she and Trevon were to get a divorce later? 

Natalie shook her head, trying to discard the thought. The more she thought about it, the more flustered she became. She parked her car in the garage and turned on the light in the living room. 

Days were especially short in the winter. The sky was already dark in the late afternoon. It was only 6 in the evening, and it was so dark one could not see the road. Fortunately, the street lamps were brightly lit and shone like daylight. 

Natalie took a shower and put on a jacket. Then she took a cigarette and lighter from the bedside table, opened the balcony door, and leaned against the white railing. She lit a cigarette and took a puff between her moist lips before closing her eyes and enjoying the taste of nicotine. 

Natalie was not pretentious, but she was still a woman in the end. She was sentimental and not all that rational. Images of Trevon Wilson hugging the woman in red filled her mind. 

The same thoughts kept coming back in a loop. 

Natalie felt hurt, but she could not explain why. 

The streetlights outside the villa were exceptionally bright, so much so that she did not notice the headlights of a car stopping in front of the courtyard downstairs. 

A man got out of the car and instantly noticed Natalie leaning against the balcony. His gorgeous brows furrowed when he saw the swirling stroke around her. 

Trevon had forgotten that Natalie smoked. Hackett Blackwell had previously shared photos of her smoking in their group chat. She looked adept, charming, and enchanting. 

“Mr. Wilson, take some hangover pills tonight. I’ll be leaving now,” Jim Hawk reminded Trevon before he took his leave. 

He guessed his boss must have had a lot to drink tonight to be this drunk. Jun knew Trevon rarely got drunk when socializing. 

No one dared to force him to drink in the first place. Moreover, he knew his limits. 

Trevon Wilson did not reply. He headed for the villa in long strides, walked past the living room, and went straight to the guest room on the second floor. 

He was purposeful and determined. 

Meanwhile, Natalie’s eyes were closed as she indulged in her thoughts. The cigarette between her fingers was burning away. She had not smoked for a long time and had only taken three puffs tonight. 

“Why is a woman smoking?” Trevon took away her cigarette and threw it over the balcony. 

Natalie opened her eyes instantly. Trevon was right in front of her out of nowhere. His handsome features were up close and personal. 

His eyes had a trace of dissatisfaction and emotion that Natalie could not understand. 

Natalie was still angry. She crossed her arms calmly while leaning lazily against the balcony railing. She looked at the man before her, someone who had brushed past her tonight and appeared again to snatch her cigarette away. “Are you trying to control me, Mr. Wilson? I don’t intend to quit smoking, by the way.” 

Trevon was displeased that Natalie argued with him. Moreover, they were not divorced, yet she readily accepted gifts from another man. Natalie’s lips moved as she spoke, stimulating a particular nerve. 

Trevou suddenly leaned forward and pressed against her mouth with his cold lips. He wrapped his arms around her slender waist and pinned her against the railing. Then he plundered her fiercely and probed deeper into her mouth. 

Trevon filled Natalie’s mouth with the taste of nicotine and alcohol. It was not pleasant. She tried desperately to push him away, but their strength disparity did not affect him. She bit his lips hard, and instantly a bloody taste spread between her teetli. 

However, Trevon was undeterred and acted as if he was possessed. He did not feel any pain and continued to kiss her forcefully. His kiss became increasingly more assertive and forceful 

Natalie would suffocate if it continued. Her mind spun quickly, thinking Trevon must have lost his head. 

Natalie was distracted as she tried to save herself. Then she suddenly thought of something and scratched his armpit. 

It worked as expected. 

Trevon quickly let go of her and retreated. His brows knotted as he touched his bitten lips. Evidently, he did not expect Natalie’s ambush 

Trevon thought that she would fight him physically. 

Natalie smiled faintly, thinking Trevon was adorable. She had forgotten that the same man had just forcefully kissed her and almost suffocated her a while ago. As a doctor, Natalie understood the human body structure well. Most people were ticklish. Her quick wit saved her life.. 

The armpits were non-exposed and were rarely touched. The sensory system under the skin made it especially sensitive to 

itchiness. 

However, the body was not sensitive to its itch but that induced by others suddenly. The irritation could be unbearable to 

some. 

Natalie felt a great sense of accomplishment secretly. Even someone as dignified as Trevon Wilson was no exception. He was an ordinary person just like her, with a similar body structure and was ticklish. 

The pain on Trevon’s lips reminded him that Natalie just bit him. He narrowed his eyes and glared at her intently. Then, he approached her and placed his hands on the railing. “Natalie, is the loneliness so unbearable that you are shopping for the next suitable candidate before you get a divorce?” he said sarcastically. 

The next suitable candidate? She had only interacted with one man today, and that was Edward Landor. 

Trevon mistook Edward to be her next candidate for a husband. 

Did Trevon think she misbehaved and flirted with other men when he was not looking? 

Natalie recalled the image of him holding the woman in red. “Isn’t it true for Mr. Wilson too? Aren’t you shopping for your next suitable candidate as well?” her tone was provocative and mocking. 

Trevon’s face darkened. He looked fed up as he gritted his teeth. “So you admit it? Is that right?” 

She looked into his eyes and said indifferently, “What do you think, Mr. Wilson? Our partnership will end in a month. Do you care who my next husband is?” 

Trevon licked his sore lips and said ruthlessly. “Hats off to you, Natalie! You’re good. You’ve finally revealed your true colors, thinking you can’t get anything from me. Instead, you turned your attention to Edward Landor. Kudos to you! You obviously don’t waste time and move fast. What else can you do besides latching onto unsuspecting men, huh?” 

Trevon then grabbed her chin as a hint of wickedness flashed across his eyes. “Let me tell you, Natalie. Before we get a divorce, don’t even think about cheating on me. Otherwise, I’ll desecrate your grandfather’s grave. Try it if you don’t believe me!” He growled mercilessly before turning around and left. 

The sensation of the forceful kiss was like a fleeting cloud that dissipated quickly. 

Natalie was left alone on the balcony feeling paralyzed. Tears flowed down her cheeks, and the inexplicable emotions in her eyes slowly faded.