Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon)
Chapter 48

Natalie came out after the shower.

Natalie saw that the man was already sitting on the bed and reading a book in a refined and noble manner. His golden-framed glasses shone brightly under the light.

It added a refined aura to Trevon. When one was handsome, anything could be the best accessory.

After Natalie was stunned for a few seconds, Trevon, who noticed the woman's gaze, calmly sat on the bed and continued to pretend.

Natalie scratched the back of her ear and clenched her fists as if gathering her courage. She walked to the bed and gently lifted the blanket. Natalie was not sleepy at all. She could not lie down and pretend to be asleep, right? The atmosphere was a little awkward and oppressive.

Natalie wanted to replace something to do. She took out her phone and opened her collection of suture videos and surgery videos. Natalie did as she thought of it. Thinking that Trevon probably didn't like watching such a bloody scene, Natalie put on her Bluetooth headset.

Once Natalie saw this kind of video, she would be very serious and engrossed. She would carefully observe every point and action.

Natalie looked at the video. She completely forgot the awkward atmosphere of the two of them sitting together under the blanket and did not notice that the man's gaze had shifted from the moment she turned on the video to her phone screen.

However, Natalie could hear the sound, but Trevon could not.

The man couldn't help but wonder why a woman liked to watch such bloody dissections before bed. "Does it look good?"

Natalie was so engrossed in watching that she was still fantasizing about practicing that move next time. She didn't notice that something was wrong. "Yes, it looks good. Look at this hand speed..." She immediately raised her head when she realized that something was wrong. The top of her head hit the man's chin, causing him to frown in pain.

Trevon was in so much pain that he raised his voice. "Natalie, you're murdering your husband. You did it on purpose, right?"

Natalie said timidly, "I'm sorry. I didn't know you were over my head. I thought you were reading."

Why was this person not reading books and watching her videos?

"So you think it's my fault!" Trevon rolled his eyes at Natalie. What a heartless woman.

Natalie muttered softly, "It was."

Natalie's words were muffled. Trevon rubbed his chin and didn't hear her. "What did you say? Louder."

Natalie lied. "No. I said I was sorry. Look up, and I'll take a look at it for you."

This time, Trevon listened to Natalie's instructions obediently and slowly raised his head for her to examine.

Natalie gently lifted Trevon's chin with one hand and slowly touched the place where he had been hit with the other. It seemed to be a little bruised, but he was fine.

Finishing the checkup, Natalie stared at Trevon with bright eyes and asked, "It's a little bruised. I'll get some ice for you to apply."

Trevon rejected Natalie coldly. "Natalie, it's winter now. Are you asking me to apply some ice? Do you want to freeze me to death?"

Natalie was stunned for a moment. Trevon was so difficult to serve.

It was Natalie's fault, and she had no choice but to take care of Trevon. This was the first time she realized that this man, who had always been refined and noble, was a little shameless and difficult to deal with.

"Lie down, and I'll rub it for you. There's ointment in Adare Manor. I didn't massage the bruise for you here. It might hurt a little. Bear with it."

Trevon raised his head slightly. Her petite hand was gently pinching his chin and rubbing it again and again. It did hurt a little.

The fluctuation of her body and impatience surpassed the pain in his chin. Trevon lowered his eyes and looked at this serious woman.

Trevon's gaze wandered across her face. Natalie's eyes were like the sea of stars, moving down to her slender neck and then to the part of her chest that protruded out, making one's imagination run wild. Their faces were only a few inches apart. Trevon could touch her if he lowered his head slightly. The warm breath she exhaled landed on his face, stimulating his skin inch by inch.

Trevon's Adam's apple couldn't help but move once more. His gaze once again turned to her tender lips, and he unconsciously averted his gaze. He turned his head away and didn't let her massage it anymore. His voice was hoarse as he said, "Alright, go to sleep. I'll go out for a while."

The man quickly lifted the blanket and got out of bed. He put on a jacket and took the cigarette and lighter from the bedside.

When Natalie saw his cigarette, she remembered that he had not smoked much since he moved into Adare Manor. It was amazing.

Natalie continued to watch the dissection video.

A moment later, Natalie was about to lie down when Trevon came in from the balcony outside, bringing in a cold aura.

Natalie thought that Trevon was going to bed, so she consciously went to sleep beside the bed. However, the man went straight to the bathroom. After a while, the sound of running water came from the bathroom.

Was this person a clean freak? Didn't he just take a shower? Did he have to take a shower again after smoking?

Even if the water bill was free, he couldn't take a shower so frequently.

Rich people were so picky.

Natalie did not think too much about it. Firstly, she was careless and felt that Trevon did not have any thoughts about her. Secondly, she was still a little tired from yesterday's heavy work and fell asleep in a short while.

However, Natalie slept very close to the side of the bed and even placed a sweater in the middle. It was not to guard against Trevon but because she was afraid that she would cross the line and make him unhappy.

After coming out of the shower, the man lifted the blanket and lay down. He felt something uncomfortable under the blanket.

The moment Trevon lifted the blanket and saw the sweater again, his face darkened.

The same thing was viewed differently in the eyes of different people.

Different thoughts and perspectives resulted in different outcomes.

At this moment, Trevon thought that the reason Natalie placed such a piece of clothing was to guard against him.

Angrily, Trevon threw the clothes out of the blanket and onto the floor.

Trevon realized that the woman was already asleep. She was breathing evenly, and her back was facing him.

Trevon carefully reached out and hugged her from behind. Perhaps it was the coldness that made her scoff in her sleep. It landed on Trevon's heart like a drumstick, beating again and again.

"Is it cold?" Trevon's tone was naturally gentler. The moment Trevon hugged her, the sweater was no longer important. "Yes." In her sleep, Natalie had no idea that she was being carried. She had always been very in a deep sleep.

"It'll be warm in a while." As Trevon spoke, he buried his head in her neck.

Natalie's sleeping posture was very good, but there was a flaw. After falling asleep at night, she would always turn around like a pancake, and then turn around again. At this moment, she turned around and found the source of the heat to throw herself into Trevon's arms.

It was already two in the morning. As sober as Trevon was, he was not sleepy at all. He watched the woman's every move on the bed tirelessly. At this moment, Trevon was hugging and watching her as if she was a treasure.

"How many times do you have to flip through tonight?" After a while, Trevon carried her into dreamland.

The next day, Natalie was woken up by the bedside alarm clock.

She closed her eyes and reached for her phone in a half-awake state. However, she touched something different.

Realizing that something was wrong, Natalie immediately opened her eyes. The man's handsome face met her bright eyes in the morning, and his facial features were magnified.

Natalie had crossed the line last night. Why was she in his arms? The man in the morning was not cold at all. Instead, he looked lazier and quieter. Natalie had the urge to touch him with her fingers. But in the end, her rationality overcame her impulse.

Natalie was about to gently withdraw from his embrace and slowly pry open his large hands that were locked around her waist.

A lazy and hoarse voice came from above. "Be good. Don't move. Let me sleep for a while more."

Natalie was stunned for a while. "Damn, Trevon, are you still dreaming? Do you know you are hugging me?"

This person must be in a daze from sleeping. He probably treated her as a pillow.

"Mr. Wilson, I'm going to be late for work."

Trevon half-opened his eyes and let go of one hand to reach for his phone. It was seven o'clock.

"Lie down for another half an hour. I'll drive you." He put his hand on her waist again.

This made the impatient Natalie so anxious that she wanted to kick Trevon down.

With the last of her patience, Natalie whispered, "Mr. Wilson, I'm really going to be late. I work at eight. This is a long way from the hospital, even farther than Adare Manor." She was afraid of being late, but she didn't say the last part.

After saying this, the man reluctantly let go of her waist. He sat up and prepared to get up.

"I'll drive you."

"No, you can go back to sleep. I'll take a taxi."

"You can't take a taxi even in Adare Manor. Do you think you can here? I told you to buy a car, but you didn't," This tone sounded like Trevon complaining about how troublesome Natalie was.

The other meaning was that Trevon didn't want to give it to her.

"Mr. Wilson, you don't need to send me. I'll get Grandpa to send a driver to send me."

"How dare you disturb Grandpa at this time? Did you get your doctor's license by yourself?"

Early in the morning, Natalie felt like she was in a bad mood. This person was quite difficult to get along with.

Natalie would be angered to death by his doubts so early in the morning.

Besides, she wasn't sure if she had thrown herself into his arms last night. Otherwise, she would have scolded him to death.

After that, Natalie did not want to talk nonsense with him anymore and went straight into the bathroom to take a shower. However, she did not know what to do with the clothes she had changed out of. Should she bring them back to Adare Manor, or what should she do? The pajamas were prepared for her by Mary from the Wilson's residence yesterday, and so were the new clothes she was wearing.

Noticing Natalie's dilemma, the man who was washing up at the side said, "Throw the pajamas to the bucket. Mary will come in to clean up after we leave."

"Okay." This person could read minds.

The two of them washed up and walked down the stairs one after another. Theo immediately smiled. "Natalie, are you going to go to work?"

Natalie walked quickly and smiled politely. "Yes, Mr. Theo. I have to go, or I'll be late. Can you ask a driver to send me?"

Natalie was speechless. Theo even woke up earlier than them.

The man who was still adjusting his sleeves at the staircase paused, and his face instantly turned cold.

Just as he was about to speak, Theo glanced at Trevon and said happily, "Of course. Gage, quickly get a driver to send Natalie to the hospital. Mary, go to the kitchen to pack some breakfast for Natalie to bring over."

Mary was very efficient. "I've already packed the breakfast up for you, Mrs. Wilson."

"Thank you, Mary. Mr. Theo, I'll take my leave then. Bye."

The man watched the woman leave and pursed his lips without saying anything.

Meanwhile, Theo smiled when he saw this scene.