Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

Chapter 12

At the entrance of Adare Manor, Natalie parked her motorcycle in the garage today.

Usually, she parked it in the yard because she thought the yard was big anyway. And if she parked in

the garage, she had to open the garage door, which was a pain for her.

The sky was heavily cloudy today, and she was worried that it might rain, so she parked her motorcycle

in the garage.

After she parked the motorcycle, she reached into her pocket for her keys and realized the living room

was lit up. Nell must

be back.

Then there was no need for the keys, so Natalie slipped them back into her pocket.

She skillfully took off her helmet with one hand and swung his long hair. The moment she opened the

door, she froze. It was not Nell who came back. It was her new husband Trevon who had returned..

Looking through the doorway, she could not see what the man was wearing, but she could see his

thick, dark hair and straight back, which exuded a sense of noble elegance.

He was indeed quite handsome. From any perspective, he was a handsome man. It was just that he

was not a very good person.

After half a second of dazedness, Natalie came back to her sense. She just did not expect Trevon to be

back, and she was at little embarrassed, not knowing if he was staying here tonight or not.

But on second thought, they had agreed that their marriage would last three months. How could he

achieve his goal if he did not come back?

With that in mind, Natalie’s sudden embarrassment dissipated.

But she had not yet figured out what

Teement her grandfather and Trevon’s grandfather had reached. She knew that with her grandfather’s

and their family’s status, it was not enough to get Trevon to marry her. Natalie knew this very well. If it

was her grandfather who threatened Trevon’s family with something to make him marry herself, Natalie

and her family were indeed at fault.

decided she

ask Trevon’s grandfather what the deal was some other time. Although she felt nothing about Trevon

looking down on her. she still wanted to find out why she was treated like a scheming bitch by Trevon.

Whatever the agreement. Natalie help

Trevon achieve his goal in three months, at de deshaya moder

After thinking about this, Natalie left her helmet and keys on the shoe rack by the door and took out her

shoes to change. them naturally.

Out of self–cultivation and for the sake of a harmonious fake cohabitation life, she greeted Trevon first.

“Mr. Wilson, have you had dinner yet?”

Trevon, who was about to light his cigarette, knew Natalie was back when he heard the door open. But

he did not turn to look at her. After Natalie said those words, he followed the sound only to see the

woman changing her shoes.

The casual attire paired with her slender figure made her more slender and graceful.

He did not answer her question. He looked at her, and his half–squinted eyes glanced at the helmet on

the shoe rack by the door. Frank had told Trevon before about the helmet’s matching logo to the

motorcycle. This motorcycle was priced at around 200 to 300 thousand dollars.

It was interesting. At the same time, Trevon’s mind flashed to the scene of a girl in leather being

accosted by the wealthy heir that right:

Only after a moment did he reply, “No”

It was true that he had not had dinner. He had thought Nell was home, but he came back and found no

one home. He was

not hungry, so he did not go out again.

After changing her shoes, Natalie looked straight at him and asked, “I’ll cook. Do you want to eat?”

If he wanted to eat, she would cook an extra portion. She would only cook her portion if he did not want

to eat. Natalie never wasted food.

“Yes.”

Natalie did not care about his indifference or estrangement. She turned into the kitchen to wash her

hands before putting on her bib. After that, she started to clean food and cook. She was like a virtuous

wife.

The kitchen was directly opposite the living room sofa, so the man sitting on the sofa could take in the

kitchen woman’s every movement at a glance.

He originally wanted to come back today to see Natalie’s reaction to the scandal. But the result was

that her face looked very calm as if this matter had nothing to do with her.

Was it really that she did not care about it, or was she good at pretending?

Women’s minds were really inscrutable. Trevon suspected for a moment.

But according to his feeling, he determined that Natalie was pretending.

Looking at the woman busy in the kitchen, Trevon felt something strange somewhere in his heart that

he could not express. It was as if there was no agreement between them, and he was just a typical

husband waiting for his newlywedded wife to cook dinner.

Natalie was so focused on cooking that she did not know what the man sitting outside in the living room

was thinking.

She cleaned and cooked food quickly. It took her only 40 minutes to finish three dishes and a

soup.

After setting the table, she shouted to the living room. “Mr. Wilson, food is ready.”

She never called Trevon by his first name. She just followed Jim to call him Mr. Wilson.

Nell sometimes called Trevon Mr. Trevon, and Sherri said everyone in Athana called him Mr. Wilson..

Trevon stood up and straightened his suit. And then, he went into the dining room to sit down at the

table in a slow and orderly manner.

There were sausage, grilled fish, green salad, and egg soup on the table.

They looked delicious, but it was unknown how they tasted.

Noticing his eyes fixing on the dishes, Natalie thought that maybe Trevon, the rich heir, was not used to

eating such dishes. “These are just ordinary dishes I usually have. I don’t know if you like them.”

What she really wanted to say was, “If you don’t like them, just go to cat in the restaurant. I’m not

serving you.”

“Well, I’m not picky,” said Trevon. He did not believe this himself.

Usually, Trevon had fim take his meals from his own hotel.

After Trevon said that, Natalie helped him serve some food.

After doing so, she sat down and started eating. She was starving and completely ignored the man

sitting across from her.

She thought she did not need to keep an eye on Trevon all the time because he was not a three–year–

old child!

The food was better than Trevon thought it would be, which made him look at her a few more times.

This woman could

heal, drive a motorcycle, and cook.

What else could she not do? The Foster family was a big family in Athana.

Although the Foster family was not wealthy and influential, Natalie was still a young lady from a big

family. But what she did was different from other girls from big families.

Soon, Trevon came back to his sense. He realized that he had lost his concentration several times

tonight. Was he crazy? What business was it of his?