Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

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.

She calmed down after a moment of anxiety.

Natalie held onto the railing and stood up. Her eyes focused on a specific spot in front of her. She then

wiped the tears on her cheeks and lit a cigarette with trembling hands to recollect her thoughts.

She recalled Sherri warning her not to provoke Trevon on her marriage registration day because she

could not afford the consequences. Natalie did not believe her then, thinking it was just hearsay,

After spending a month with Trevon, Natalie was convinced that the legend in Athana about Trevon

Wilson was no more than rumors.

He enjoyed eating home-cooked dishes like Spaghetti with her. He could not be more ordinary,

Natalie’s heart stirred unknowingly, fantasizing about having a home with him as a couple.

Natalie finally snapped herself out of it. She realized she was blinded by the superficial appearances in

the past month, thinking that Trevon was just an ordinary man like everyone else.

Even when Natalie tickled him at that crucial moment, she felt that Trevon was an average man with

the same sensitivity as everyone else.

Boy, was she wrong! Natalie was ridiculously wrong! Trevon Wilson was a temperamental bully. He

could chat like a good friend when in a good mood. However, when his spirit was foul, he would use

something she cared about the most to hurt her until her heart bled.

But why did her grandfather force her to marry such a man? Did he love her or want to harm her?

Natalie finished a cigarette in no time. She rubbed her aching brows and licked her swollen and mumb

lips.

After a while came the sound of a door closing from downstairs.

Natalie then heard the car engine starting Before long. Trevon was gone.

He must have gone to look for his beloved Mia Blackwell. Natalie looked at the back of his car,

disappearing into the night. She felt good for some strange reason

It was the first time Natalie and Trevon had a head-on fight and the first time he was ruthless to her.

In the next two months, Natalie could only take it one step at a time until the day of the divorce.

She went into the bathroom to wash her face and cast aside her emotions. Then she lay down in bed.

Nothing could affect her hard work tomorrow to make more money She had to pay rent for a new place

in two months.

Life went on no matter what Tomorrow would be another day, and the sun would rise from the east as

usual. There was nothing to be pretentious about Natalie and Trevon were not on the same path after

all