Chapter 76
Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon)
Chapter 76 The vehicle maneuvered through the congested street, merging with the gloomy night and mirroring the manâs somber mind With furrowed brows and sharp angles, Trevonâs dark eyes were concealed beneath layers of coldness, partially veiled by their half-closed state He pondered, âFrom the day of our marriage to last nightâs bitter separation, we shared the same roof for nearly two months. The New Year is just a few days away, and our agreement was supposed to last until the first month. But why does my heart feel suffocated and trapped, as if itâs holding its breath in my chest? Could it be that I canât truly let go? No, thatâs impossible. It must be because no one has ever challenged my rules. We agreed on three months, and it should be me who decides when it comes to an endâ
Jimiâs hand trembled as he pressed down on the accelerator, stealing a glance at the rearview mirror. Summoning his courage, he spoke. âMr. Wilson, if you canât bear to be without Mrs Wilson, then go after her.â
Jim silently mused, âAlthough the marriage has ended, and it was ended unilaterally, as long as Mr. Wilson is willing to pursue her, he should be able to win her back. With sincerity, even an iron pestle can be ground down to a needle*
Upon hearing the sound, Trevon slowly opened his eyes, his brows slightly furrowing Which eye of yours witnessed my reluctance to part with her?â
Hearing that, Jim silently murmured, âMr. Wilson is incredibly stubborn Clearly, heâs hesitant deep down. Otherwise, why would he visit the Wilsonâs residence in the middle of the night? Is he going there to celebrate his newfound singlehood? Your gloomy expression doesnât betray any signs of happiness. Itâs evident that youâre feeling uneasy.â In his mind, he criticized his boss a thousand times over.
Soon, the car came to a halt at the entrance of the Wilsonâs residence.
Stepping out of the car, the man made a beeline for the main gate of the Wilsonâs residence Jim parked the car and waited inside. It was wiser not to enter and delve into the situation at a time like this. Knowing too much only hastened oneâs demise, even though he was already aware of a fair amount.
Trevon, his face expressionless and cold, headed towards Theoâs room. Along the way, he was intercepted by Gage, the butler. âMr. Wilson, Mr. Theo is already asleep.
He locked his gaze onto Gage, searching for any hint of falsehood on his face. âI know heâs not asleep. I have a few questions to ask, and it wonât take longâ
Gage felt unease as Trevonâs overpowering aura signaled that he was aware of what happened that night and was enraged. âMr. Wilson, Lassure you, Mr. Theo is truly asleep. Mrs Wilson visited tonight, and it affected Mr. Theoâs mood. His blood pressure spiked, and he took medication betore Calling asleep. He kept complaining of a headache before going to bed. 1 suspect he canât bear to see Mrs. Wilson leave and kept muttering about arranging a marriage ceremony, fearing that Mrs. Wilson would never set foot into the Wilsonâs residence again.â
Trevon deciphered the underlying meaning in Gageâs words, and his expression darkened further. Tll return tomorrow.â With those words, he exited the Wilsonâs residence.
The cabinâs temperature naturally dropped inside the car, sending a bone-chilling sensation through its occupants. Jimâs hand trembled as he inquired. âMr. Wilson, where are we headed?â
After a brief pause, Trevon parted his lips and replied, âWeâre going to Phoenix Manor,â
Upon receiving the command, Jim steered the vehicle towards Trevonâs private villa, adhering to his desires.
While driving. Jun reflected, âPhoenix Manor is Mr. Wilsonâs residence after he moved out of the Wilsonâs residence. He used to live there before getting married, but after the marriage. Mr. Theo asked him to relocate to Adare Manor and live with Mrs. Wilson for at least three months.
âLittle did he know that he would return before the three-month adjustment period.
âOn second thought, he canât possibly stay at Adare Manor tonight. The odor there could suffocate anyone. I canât believe Mrs. Wilson was audacious enough to think of stinking up the place with durians.
âShe even activated the central air conditioning to circulate the smell. This scent probably wonât dissipate for at least a week...
In his heart, Jim silently gave a thumbs-up to Natalie.
âTruly, she is my idol. Sheâs the only one who can discipline Mr. Wilson,â thought Jim.
After a moment. Trevon issued a cold instruction, âCease all projects between the Sullivan family and the Wilson Groupâ âYes, sir,â Jim promptly replied.
Following his words, Trevon closed his eyes and feigned dozing off
At the same time. Sherri drove her own Mercedes-Benz to Edwardâs Evergreen Gardens.
Struggling with two large suitcases, she entered the elevator and swiftly arrived on the 28th floor âThis number is quite htting Edward is also 28 this year. If people donât know he purchased it years ago, they might assume he chose the floor based on age,â she contemplated As for why Edward acquired such a high floor, it was to gain a broader perspective and a commanding view of the surroundings. They say itâs beneficial to have an elevated vantage point.
Sherri, breathing heavily, settled on the suitcase and pressed the doorbell since she didnât know the password.
Having just finished showering. Natalie donned a coat and opened the door.
Sherri genumely felt joyous to be able to live with her best friend and commute together every day.
Sherri enveloped Natalie in a tight Inig as soon as the door swung open. The embrace was unexpectedly forceful, causing Natalie to stagger back a few steps.
âYou scared me! What mischief are you up to?â Natalie playfully exclaimed.
Sherri pretended to pout and said, âYouâre not very enthusiastic Arenât you happy to see me?â
While dragging the luggage inside, Natalie hung the towel she used to dry her hair around her neck and retorted, âWhat do you think? Itâs late, and I havenât slept. Why would you think otherwise?â
Sherri finally felt at ease and beamed, saying. Thatâs more like it. Iâll give you some credit.â
Placing a platter of barbecued food on the coffee table. Sherri lounged on the sofa and remarked. âArenât I reliable? Look, I brought so many things you enjoy eating.â
Natalie asked. âGot it. Youâre the best. Shall we share a room, or will you sleep in your brotherâs room?â
Sherri pondered momentarily and replied, âLetâs share a room. Edward doesnât appreciate others sleeping in his bed, so we should avoid that to prevent getting scoldedâ
Natalie placed all of Sherriâs belongings in the guest room alongside hers.
After completing several tasks, Natalie went to the bathroom to blow-dry her hair and said, âIâll dry my hair first. Help yourself to anything you find in the fridge.
Sherri mischievously smiled and said. âYouâre so quick! Did you buy everything to welcome me?â
Opening the fridge, Sherri was slightly taken aback and said, âNatalie, you donât have to be so formal. Itâs almost embarrassing to be welcomed like thisâ
Natalie was blow-drying her hair inside the bathroom, and the sound of the hairdryer muffled most of what Sherri said. Assuming Sherri was addressing her. Natalie casually responded. âHmm, you decide. Iâll be out in a moment.â
Sherri perceived this as her best friendâs enthusiasm and felt clated. She retrieved a bottle of citrus juice.
Before long. Natalie finished blow-drying her hair and casually tied it up into a bun.
Seated on the floor, Natalie opened the juice bottle, took a sip, and asked, âDid your mom agree to you moving out like this Sherri lifted a meat skewer, took a bite, and exclaimed, âMy mom disagreed, but my brother did. I told him I was concerned about your safety and would accompany you. In this household, Edwardâs words have the same effect on my mom as painkillers.â
Natalie was rendered speechless, and she thought, âSheâs quite bold to take such measures just to move out with me.â
Sherri recalled something her mother, Juana, mentioned before leaving, âBy the way, my mom said you should come to our house for New Yearâs. Iâll be lively with many people, and my mom loves a vibrant atmosphere.â
Natalie smiled, touched by the gesture. âNo, I want to spend New Yearâs with Mr. Theo. After the New Year, Iâll be going abroad, and I wonât have much time to visit him. Besides, the two aunts in the mansion are alone. Iâll go back and make pizzas with them.â
Sherri felt a twinge of sadness and inquired, âOkay, tell me about the divorce. Is the City Hall operating 24 hours now:
Natalie chuckled and replied. âWhat are you thinking? Mr. Theo arranged for someone to work overtime, and Trevon wasnât around. We can say it was a one-sided divorce.â
Sherri took a bite of a potato chip and opened her mouth wide. Natalie reached out and playfully closed her friendâs chin Collecting her thoughts, Sherri speculated, âBut it canât be a sham, right?â
âNo, I checked the City Hallâs internal network. It shows that I am officially divorced. Itâs real,â Natalie reassured her.
Sherri nodded in response, saying, âThatâs good. It seems Mr. Theo is still a good person and very reasonable.â
Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon)
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She never expected Natalieâs divorce to proceed so smoothly without Mr. Wilsonâs cooperation. She also admired Mr. Theoâs clever move, silently turning Trevon into a divorced man.
Natalie couldnât resist sharing her mischievous act, âI did something significant tonight.â
Sherri, an expert in gossip, sat up straight and eagerly urged, âTell me, tell me!â
Satisfying her friendâs curiosity. Natalie recounted, âI bought two packs of durian and a pack of blue cheese pasta. I had the pasta for dinner and opened all the durian packets. I left them open for about half an hour while setting the central air conditioning in the living room to 30 degrees. It filled the room with the smell. Afterward, I packed up the durian flesh and left the shells in the living room and some leftover pasta cream. It must be quite pungent by now.â
Upon hearing the story, Sherri burst into uncontrollable laughter, clapping her hands and giving Natalie two thumbs up. She cheered, âYouâre the most amazing woman in Athana! I bet Mr. Wilson will have a lifetime of trauma regarding these two things!â
Sherri laughed throughout the night, reminiscing and bursting into laughter again, leaving Natalie speechless.
Sherri eventually settled down before going to sleep.
After not sharing a bed, the two finished their late-night snack and intermittently chatted for a few hours before drifting off to sleep The following day,