Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon) novel Chapter 28

The next day, Natalie slept soundly through the night until around 3 PM, when she finally woke up.

Simultaneously, a gentle knock resounded on the door, and Jim stood outside the door with a sense of unease, tapping the door lightly.

Trevon was still attending a meeting and expected to return within half an hour. Tonight, there was to be a dinner party at the Wilson's old residence, and Mr. Wilson had requested Jim to come to the Adare Manor and bring clothes and shoes for Natalie.

The dinner party's protocol dictated that the younger generation should not arrive at the designated hour but rather a few hours earlier.

In this case, they could spend more time fostering relationships.

After two rounds of knocking, there was still no response, and just as Jim was about to knock for a third time, the door swung open.

With messy hair and still in a drowsy state, Natalie had just woken up. Luckily, she was wearing modest pajamas.

She glanced at Jim, who was holding several gift sets and rubbed her eyes, wondering why he had brought them.

She had completely forgotten her commitment to Trevon to accompany him to the Wilson's old residence today.

Jim proceeded to speak. "Mrs. Wilson, you can take these. You can try them on later to see if they fit."

Natalie, wearing a perplexed expression, asked, "Mr. Hawk, why are you giving these to me? Did Mr. Wilson prepare these? Is there a party tonight?"

Jim thought, "So it seems that Mrs. Wilson actually doesn't attach much importance to tonight's event." He really didn't understand what made Trevon think that Natalie was trying to pester him, and Trevon even deliberately created a month-long trending topic on the internet. It would still be hotly discussed online if not for Theo's intervention.

Jim patiently explained, "Mrs. Wilson, this evening, both you and Mr. Wilson are expected to return to the Wilson's old residence for the dinner party. Don't you remember?" He cautiously added those last words.

Even though Natalie's face revealed complete forgetfulness, Jim felt compelled to inquire further.

Natalie responded without reservation, "Ah, I forgot. Can I skip this one?"

Internally, Jim gave a thumbs up to Natalie since she was the first and only woman who refused to step foot into the Wilson's old residence. However, he said, "I'm afraid that won't be possible, Mrs. Wilson. Everyone in the Wilson family already knows that Mr. Wilson intends to bring you along to the Wilson's old residence tonight." The implication was clear, and she had to go.

"Mrs. Wilson, dinner time at the Wilson's old residence is 6 o'clock," Jim reminded with the utmost care, sensing the need to reinforce the reminder.

Because it was clear that Natalie simply didn't care about this at all!

Natalie thought, "Is this really necessary to make such a grand affair out of a meal?"

Since she couldn't decline, Natalie reluctantly accepted, and it was also a chance for her to inquire about the deal her grandpa had struck with Theo tonight. Hence, she readily stated, "Give them to me."

Jim breathed a tremendous sigh of relief and handed all the items to Natalie.

Once she took them over, Natalie shut the door and proceeded to freshen up.

Standing before the mirror with the strapless dress Jim had given her in her hand, she had no desire to wear it since she rarely wears dresses.

She could hardly recall wearing dresses more than a few times a year.

And she couldn't even remember what kind of dresses she wore on those occasions.

The dress had been so long, and she found it somewhat repugnant and cumbersome. Nevertheless, she had her own purpose for visiting the Wilson's old residence today, so she eventually donned the items Trevon had given her, one after another.

Half an hour later, she was fully dressed, complemented by a subtle touch of makeup.

The dress remained a vexing garment for her, and she suspected that Trevon intended it to make it difficult. Natalie hitched up her dress with great care and then prepared herself to descend the stairs.

As she made her way down, Trevon was already seated on the couch. His gaze fixated on Natalie descending the staircase.

Jim stood there, utterly dumbfounded. The women in Trevon's secretary group had already been very attractive, but Natalie was undoubtedly the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

"Truly, fine feathers make fine birds," Jim thought, amazed. "This dress really makes Mrs. Wilson utterly dazzling."

Trevon, too, stood in astonishment, never expecting that the dress he had personally selected would fit her so perfectly.

The pure white strapless dress half-concealed her alluring collarbone. When the light fell on the soft and lustrous fabric, the bright lines of the dress seemed to shimmer, which made her look like an angel from heaven. The waistline of the dress was remarkably tight, accentuating her delicate figure.

Subconsciously, Trevon's throat involuntarily bobbed up and down, his mouth becoming slightly parched.