Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon)

Chapter 24

After a refreshing shower, Natalie blow-dried her hair in the bathroom while counting the days

remaining before the divorce in her heart.

Half of a month had stealthily elapsed since she and Trevon got the marriage license, leaving behind a

mere two and a half months until their divorce.

Soon, liberation would be hers to embrace.

However, where would she go once the two-and-a-half months waned? The Foster’s residence was

replete with cherished memories of her late grandfather. Besides, living there would fail to offer her

tranquility,

In the past, Harry, her father, would never set foot inside the house. But now that Barron had passed

away, it was certain that Harry would not abide by the rules Barron had established before.

This was all because of Harry’s audacious act of bringing his mistress, along with his illegitimate

daughter, into the Foster’s residence merely a week after Natalie’s mother’s demise. Natalie’s

grandfather, Barron, incensed beyond measure, had been consigned to a hospital bed, vehemently

demanding the severance of any paternal connection to Harry.

Harry didn’t agree, so Barron then offered that if Harry wanted to live with his mistress and illegitimate

daughter, then he wasn’t allowed into the Foster’s residence even half a step. Otherwise, Harry would

no longer be considered as his son, and he would be disinherited from the farmily fortune. Moreover,

Barron also said that he would take Natalie away, and Harry was not allowed to meddle in everything

about her.

Driven by his desire to live with his mistress and his illegitimate daughter as a family, Harry capitulated,

swearing off ever setting foot in the Foster’s residence, nor bothering Natalie ever again.

However, Harry had never anticipated, nor had Natalie herself, that Barron would entrust the lawyer

Abbot to transfer all the inheritance to Natalie’s name upon the deaths of her mother and grandparents.

It was all notarized.

It was an obvious trick to Harry, orchestrated by Barron, to grant Natalie

a life with no worries.

The recollection of this weighed heavily upon her heart, and Natalie’s

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eyes welled up with misty tears.

She raised her head to hold back her tears, lost once again in pensive

rumination.

Harry had always acted like an obedient son in the past, fueled by his desire to get Barron’s inheritance

Yet, now that Barron’s inheritance lay securely under Natalie’s name, she knew Harry would

undoubtedly unleash a torrent of troubles upon her

Anyway, things would work out in the end. Natalie decided to put it behind her for a while.

Meanwhile, Trevon, having also finished his shower, reclined languidly on the bed, retrieving his phone

to search about the working hours of doctors at the Athana Hospital

The page displayed the schedule of doctors at the Athana Hospital, and the morning shift was from 8

am to 5 pm while the night shift was from 1:30 pm to 8 pm.

As he glanced at the work schedule, a frown creased his forehead. The attended time was from 8:00

pm to 8:00 am the following morning followed by a day off, and then back to the morning shift. There

were two shifts a week.

Such was the rotating schedule, dictating the rhythm of the morning and evening shifts.

The doctor’s workload was undeniably arduous. It came as no surprise that Natalie was often spotted

returning home in the dead of night.

Trevon didn’t know Natalie very well, but upon first impression, it was difficult to imagine her as a

doctor. Though they got married for half a month, he still didn’t know what department she worked in

the hospital

The next day, Natalie awoke early to go for a run by the side of the villa. After her recent fight, she had

been feeling that her physical fitness had become worse, so she chose to rise early and complete a

round trip of 3 miles along the road outside the villa.

Stepping into the living room, she unexpectedly crossed paths with Trevon descending the stairs. It

was the first time Natalie had seen him at home in the morning.

Clad in a black suit, standing at more than 5.9 feet tall, he descended the stairs with an air of

confidence. His black attire made him look very

handsome and elegant, which immediately captured Natalie’s attention.

It was as though the spotlight of the world had found its mark on him.

Undeniably, Trevon was very handsome, and his features perfectly aligned with her personal aesthetic,

Yet, it would be better if he didn’t always put on a long face.

“Have you seen enough?” Trevon asked, fixing his gaze on Natalie who stared at him, transfixed.

Noticing her gaffe, Natalie swiftly came back to her senses. “Ahem, Mr. Wilson, good morning.”

Silence hung in the air, as always. He carried himself like a deity

descending from heaven, offering no response to her greeting. Instead, he inquired, “What’s for

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“Huh? I haven’t bought anything yet. The fridge is empty. Shall we go out and grab a bite?” Natalie had

grown accustomed to Trevon’s enigmatic

manner.

As soon as the words escaped her lips, she realized the inappropriateness, since their relationship now

was far from suitable for sharing a morning meal together.

After all, it would definitely cause uproar if they were seen by someone. while they were having

breakfast together. Natalie could imagine that people would praise Trevon as God’s favored one while

she would be criticized hard, like she was not worthy of him, or she married him through elaborate

means.

Without looking at trending topics, she could already fathom the contents of their forthcoming writings.

“There are ingredients in the refrigerator. You can cook something with them,” Trevon declared with an

icy nonchalance.

Trevon found Natalie’s cooking suited his taste very well. Upon waking in the morning, he suddenly

wanted to have the breakfast she made, fueled by a mysterious curiosity about what she would prepare

for him.

He yearned to test the veracity of his grandfather’s high praise of her.

Maybe she was not as good as his grandfather said.

Natalie didn’t care about the fact that she had been ordered, but rather

about his mention of ingredients in the fridge. The previous night, she found nothing in the fridge, and

that was why she had to eat durian to satisfy her stomach, only to be met with his disdain.

In an attempt to verify Trevon’s words, she imitated his way of not responding and promptly entered the

kitchen to inspect the contents of the fridge.

Observing this scene, Trevon couldn’t help but lift the corners of his mouth. It seemed that Natalie

remained unconvinced of his words.

Upon witnessing the fridge overflowing with provisions, Natalie was shocked. Was it the rich people’s

way of life? It was as though the supermarket had relocated itself within the kitchen. Her eyes then

shifted. to the scattered flour and the toasted bread on the table.

Was this a test of her cooking?

Indeed, she possessed a deft hand in cooking. Her grandfather occasionally craved cakes, and she

worried that the cakes sold in the shops outside would be overly saccharine for his taste. Thus, she

enrolled in a class to master cakes and various other delicacies.

Confidently, she called out from the kitchen to the living room, “What would you desire for breakfast,

Mr. Wilson?”

“Whatever,” he replied, reminiscing about his military days when he developed a habit of contenting

himself with whatever rations were provided, but years of indulgence had slightly pampered his palate.

However, he must admit that Natalie’s cooking was very appetizing to his

taste.

Natalie was speechless. Trevon actually offered the most challenging option. After all, who knew

whether he would enjoy it or not when she cooked something? Such being the case, Natalie decided to

cook some food she liked.

She decided to make a sandwich accompanied by a glass of milk. In the morning, she had grown fond

of indulging in a cup of milk or coffee.

Her grandpa always emphasized the importance of a substantial breakfast, a good lunch, and a lighter

dinner.

Therefore, whether she was on the night or the morning shift, she would never forget having breakfast,

which was also stipulated by her grandfather. It had already become second nature for her, deeply

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ingrained in her upbringing and routine.

About thirty minutes later, she emerged with two breakfasts and two steaming cups of milk.

“Mr. Wilson, your breakfast is ready.”

Trevon took his place at the table. He had tasted this kind of sandwich during his days in the army, and

this was Jim’s favorite food.

The sandwich had a lovely color, and it looked appetizing.

He picked up his sandwich and began to eat, savoring the delicious flavors.

As Trevon was thoughtfully enjoying the food cooked by Natalie, her soft voice came from the opposite

side. “Mr. Wilson, breakfast is

complimentary today. You provided the ingredients, and I provided the labor, so we are even now.”

At these words, Trevon glanced up to examine her. Today, Natalie appeared entirely natural, with no

makeup. Though he usually saw her wearing minimal makeup, today her face was bare, devoid of any

cosmetic adornment.

It was then that he truly noticed Natalie’s pretty face. Her features were well-defined, with flawless,

creamy-white skin and not a wrinkle in sight. Her eyes were bright and firm, exuding a translucent

radiance, complemented by long, thick lashes. Her curly hair, casually and charmingly tied, added to

her feminine allure.

If he were to rate her appearance on a scale of 10, he would undoubtedly assign a 15, granting an

additional five points for her natural comfort and attractiveness.

Yet, he couldn’t understand why someone so captivating would carry a calculating heart.

If she possessed a good character, it wouldn’t be impossible for her to find a wealthy partner. Her face

had the power to captivate the affluent, as Hackett’s infatuation served as evidence.

Natalie felt uneasy under his intense direct gaze. “Mr. Wilson, did you hear what I said?”

Trevon, regaining his focus as he replied, “Yes, it seems that no one can make you suffer any losses.”

“Some losses can be endured, while others cannot. Sometimes, even

among relatives or friends, accounts should be settled without ambiguity, let alone us. I believe we

should keep a fair account, Mr. Wilson.”

She wished not to remain indebted to him after three months, for it was better to part ways with no

scruples.

“I hope you persevere and do not forget what you said,” he uttered before rising from his seat and

leaving directly.

Natalie shrugged nonchalantly and continued her breakfast.

Having finished her meal, Trevon headed to the company while Natalie readied herself for some much-

needed rest, intending to visit Sherri afterward. Knowing her closest friend’s habits. Natalie understood

that Sherri, when on the late shift, would forego breakfast and sleep until noon and an alarm clock

awakened her.

It had been weird lately, since she was always scheduled the same as Sherri in the hospital, albeit in

different departments. They were also on duty at the same shift today, but Natalie worked in the

surgery department, while Sherri worked in obstetrics and gynecology.

In the past, it was rare for them to be on duty together on the same shift, occurring only a few times a

month.

Natalie soon drifted into slumber. Perhaps it was due to her early morning run, leaving her weary and

ready to sleep.

Strange to say, even as she lived in this grand villa alone, Natalie still felt

at ease