Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon) novel Chapter 67

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.” 

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.