Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon) novel Chapter 620

When Angie finished talking to her son and was about to continue watching television, Joseph's message came in. She took out her phone to check.

After reading it, Angie was full of smiles. Her smiles were full of schemes.

Angie was one hundred percent satisfied with Joseph and had complete trust in him. After all, someone who could marry her daughter so quickly must be extraordinary.

Even if Chris lowered his head to look at his phone, he could feel a burning gaze on him. He carefully looked up and met his mother's meaningful gaze. There was still a smile on her lips. His premonition was not good. "Mom, if you have something to say, just say it. Don't stare at me like that."

Facing Angie's gaze, Chris felt a chill in the depths of his heart, a sense of unease creeping over him. He couldn't shake the feeling that his days were numbered.

Upon hearing this, Angie stopped smiling and stood up straight. She quietly placed her phone into the pocket of her down jacket. "You're not getting any younger. You need to pay attention to your health. Starting tomorrow, go for a run around the neighborhood. Christina used to emphasize the importance of exercise. She's worried that you might develop sub-health, so she wants you to start running in the neighborhood from tomorrow."

Chris refused without even thinking. "I'm very healthy. I just finished my checkup. There's no sub-health."

Furthermore, it was winter now, with temperatures below freezing every morning. If he went jogging, he even felt like it could be life-threatening.

Naturally dying was better than freezing to death.

"It's better to be safe than sorry. It's always good to exercise. It's not wrong to listen to Christina. Would Christina harm you? If you feel bored alone, ask Stella or your dad to accompany you."

Angie arranged to exclude herself from the selection list.

"Got it. I'm going to the hospital." With that, Chris quickly walked out as if something was chasing him from behind. He had miscalculated. He should have eaten faster and left immediately.

What was Christina thinking? She asked him to run on such a cold day. Previously, when Christina was not married, she did not ask him to run with her. Now that she was married to Sapphire City, she remotely instructed him to run.

Did Christina become stupid after giving birth?

Chris couldn't figure out what his family was up to lately, but he didn't intend to dwell on it. He thought it would be more productive to spend his time studying medical records instead of pondering over these matters.

The next morning at 5 o'clock, the sky still wore a veil of darkness, concealing the sun that was eager to emerge.

The alarm clock by the bedside rang, and an arm extended from the covers, fumbling around without finding the phone for a while. Angie opened one eye, the other tightly shut, as the light was too glaring.

The significant movement of his wife woke up Charlie, who was sleeping beside her. Moving around in the chilly winter could let in a gust of cold air into the blankets, causing one's hairs to stand on end.

Both husband and wife didn't like sleeping with the air conditioning on, so the air conditioner in the room was essentially just decoration.

Charlie frowned and opened his eyes a little. He asked, "Why did you set the alarm?" It was so loud. Besides, Angie didn't need to make breakfast.

Angie adjusted to the light and opened her eyes. She pressed the alarm and took the pajamas from the blanket to put on. This time, Charlie felt even more puzzled. He propped himself up slightly and called out, "Where are you going?"

"What time is it?" Charlie propped his elbows on the bed and took a look at the phone on the bedside table. "It's 5:03. Why are you up so early?"

Angie, who was putting on slippers, turned to Charlie and said, "Go to sleep. I'll go and help."

Charlie couldn't understand what his wife was saying. Still groggy early in the morning, his mind was clouded and hazy. Angie's words added to the confusion. Just as he was about to speak, Angie quickly left the room, leaving behind only silence.

Charlie's mind was in a mess. Charlie couldn't care less and continued to sleep.

In the next room, Chris was still asleep in bed. He had arrived home quite late the previous night, around 11:30 pm. After taking a shower, it was already past midnight. As he lay in bed, he reflected on the surgery he had performed earlier that day. By the time he finally drifted off to sleep, it was almost one in the morning.

Chris didn't have the habit of locking the door when he slept because Angie and the others never entered his room. The reason was simple. In Stella's words, even dogs couldn't be bothered to enter Chris's room.

Other than the bed, clothes, and medical books, there was nothing else in his room.

"Chris, wake up. Hurry up. Don't sleep anymore..."

In a daze, Chris felt that someone was calling him. He did not have surgery in the morning and planned to sleep a little longer before going to the hospital. When he heard this, he covered his head with the blanket and felt that it was a little noisy. He only exposed his black hair in the air and said in a muffled voice, "I want to sleep. Don't speak."

Angie stood by Chris's bed in her pajamas. Her hair was a mess. The moment she opened her eyes, she got out of bed and came to her son's room. She did not have any time to tidy herself up and placed her hands on her hips.

She couldn't lift the blanket. She was afraid that her son wasn't wearing pajama bottoms. When Chris was young, he had the habit of sleeping naked. She could only pat her son's head gently. "Chris, hurry up. It's too late."

Chris, who was under the blanket, frowned. It was so noisy. He said impatiently, "Hey, stop saying. I'm sleeping."

Angie simply sat down on the edge of the bed and spoke slowly. She did not believe that she couldn't wake up his son. "No. Have you forgotten about the morning run? Hurry up, or you will have to take over the company and won't need to go to the hospital."

Chris opened his eyes with a swoosh. There were still traces of redness in his eyes. He was extremely tired. He gazed at his mother with a helpless expression, "Mom, it's just morning jogging. Do you have to take it so seriously? What's the big deal if I don't jog today? I can always go for a run tomorrow."

Angie nodded seriously. There was no emotion on her face. She slowly tidied her curly hair. "Alright, then I'll tell your dad that he will wait for you to go to work with him today. Go back to sleep. You can probably sleep for another hour. Your dad comes out after seven. Go to sleep. I will go."

Knowing his mother's temperament, Chris sat up helplessly. The blanket fell from his chest, and his tanned skin was exposed to the air. He was not wearing pajamas.

At this moment, Chris even wanted to die. He had never wished so much that he was a woman. He pinched his eyebrows. "I'm up now, okay?" He was really annoyed.

Angie saw her son sit up, her lips curled into a smile. She knew he would get up.