Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon) novel Chapter 315

Chapter 315 

The commencement of the game marked a moment of excitement. Joseph settled beside Rose, followed by Alex, Natalie, 

Trevon, Hackett, Sherri, Ava, and Frank. 

Whether it’s Ava, Sherri, Rose, or even Natalie, all of them cherished the current ambiance. This was a hard-earned moment for everyone. 

As melodious music filled the air, Rose elevated her left hand and declared loudly, “1,” Joseph’s warm voice chimed in, “2,” and the numbers 3, 4, followed, and so on. 

Ava landed as the eighth in the first round. Nearly letting slip an “8,” she caught herself just in time. A smile tugged at’her lips as she playfully scratched her head, her gaze sliding toward Frank, who was seated next to her. 

Her pale hand suspended mid-air as a blush formed on her cheeks. She hesitated in patting him. 

All eyes fixated on the outcome of the first round, curious about whether Ava would dare to hit Frank and how he would 

react. 

On the other hand, Joseph remained calm and composed, almost as if he was privy to the outcome, a slight smile adorning his lips. 

That was not what Trevon Wilson and Natalie Foster were thinking. While the couple held distinct perspectives, they acted harmoniously as they calculated the upcoming head-pats. 

After a moment, they spoke in unison and shared a knowing smile, “This is the start to the end… 

They were prepared to be the ‘victims’ of the game later on 

“Go ahead, vent your frustrations. There is no need to restrain yourself,” Frank remarked with a smile. 

With an audience watching, Ava found herself torn between hitting Frank or holding back. Abstaining would stall the leaving the others hanging. 

game, 

Ava concluded that a pat on the head during the game was not about revenge. She clenched her fist, then relaxed it before patting the back of Frank’s head. While it was not a brutal hit, the power from the pat caused Frank’s head to tilt forward. Witnessing this, Hackett could not help but silently chuckle. It was rare for them to witness Frank in such a pitiful plight. If only he had reacted much quicker, Hackett could have captured this as a memory so they could play the video on a grand screen during Frank’s wedding. 

Trevon threw Frank a meaningful glance as he suggested, “One more time, perhaps?” 

Joseph automatically brushed the statement aside. While Trevon had calculated, Joseph had done the same. After patting Frank, Ava’s frustration seemed to have waned, and warmth radiated from her heart. 

After patting Frank on the head, Ava’s frustration seemed to have waned, and warmth radiated from her heart. 

In the second round, Frank was eighteenth, and Rose’s turn was right after his. Frank drew his hand back a tad before delivering a solid pat to Rose’s head. 

Displeased, Rose protested, “That’s a bit much. Can’t you ease up a little when hitting a lady?” 

Frank retorted with a serious tone. “The rules did not say that we should go easy on others.” 

Pouting. Rose playfully nudged her elder brother’s arm before continuing the count, “19…” 

Rose was the twenty-eighth person in the third round and had to pat Joseph’s head. A hint of awkwardness surfaced, and she cleared her throat, addressing Joseph as she explained, “Joseph, this game, well, it’s just a game. I will go easy on you.” 

Joseph sensed her discomfort from her expression and reassured her, saying, “There’s no need for you to worry. We will follow the rules. 

Then, Rose shut her eyes and delicately tapped Joseph on his head before swiftly retracting her hand. She felt embarrassed, wondering how she had missed herself. Regardless of the number, she could not avoid being part of the numbers ranging from one to ninety-nine. 

In the fourth round, Joseph’s pat landed on Alex. Their camaraderie eliminated any awkwardness. Clad in masculine attire, their familiarity with each other was evident. Before the pat, Alex even quipped, “Just treat me like one of the guys.” 

Joseph chuckled at Alex’s comment, and he realized why Ava got along so well with this tomboyish girl and brought her to 

the estate. 

Alex’s pat fell on Natalie in the fifth round; in the sixth, Natalie’s target was Trevon. Anticipating the hit, Trevon obediently lowered his head, inviting the pat from his wife. 

Yet, Natalie’s pat was gentle and hesitant. Trevon reveled in the experience, showcasing affection for their son by playfully touching his face and earlobe. 

Jasper protested, swatting away his father’s larger hand away with his chubby one. He cried, “Don’t touch me1” 

In response. Trevon remarked, “This visit to Sapphire City has bolstered your courage and temper 

The seventh round unfolds as a showdown between the men. Trevon’s hit on Hackett was so strong that it could have caused 

a concussion. Hackett, after that, rubbed his head, muttering. If I wake up tomorrow with a fuzzy brain, it’s on you.” 

In the end, Hackett Blackwell kept rubbing the back of his head and cursing. “If I wake up tomorrow and become muddle-headed, you’ll be responsible.” 

In response, Trevon inquired, “Are you extorting me?” 

In the eighth round, it was Hackett’s turn to target Sherri. Hackett slightly tweaked the rule, opting for a kiss instead He gently kissed Sherri’s head, prompting a collective ‘aww’ from the crowd. Natalie facepalmed, feeling a pang of embarrassment. 

Frank stole a glance at Ava, who was shielding her face from the loving scene. Back when she was pursuing him, her boldness was palpable. Now, that boldness seemed to have waned. The transformation from daring to reserved puzzled him. He contemplated that if he were to kiss her now, she might blush uncontrollably. 

Frank’s intense gaze was impossible to disregard. Ava sensed Frank’s eyes on her, yet her embarrassment prevented her from facing him. The mere thought of their eyes meeting sent tingles down her spine. 

In the ninth round, Sherri’s gentle touch hit Ava, and it was more of an encouraging pat. And in the final round, the tenth, Ava’s number was “98,” and she swallowed the number before it slipped from her lips. 

Rose cheered, “Ava, this marks the tenth round, a perfect ending! Give it your all to wrap things up!” 

It was the perfect ending. 

Frank’s tempting voice once again caressed her ears. In the dim night, the campfire cast his silhouette in sharp relief. It was distinct, captivating, and charismatic. His lips parted slightly as he said, “Feel free to hit me however you want to release your frustrations.” 

Ava was not truly angry or being theatrical. She wanted Frank to woo her. It was a simple request, yet she was cautious of her pride and needed a pretext. 

“Oh,” she uttered. Ava lifted her hands with her words and softened her grip before hitting Frank on the head. 

Frank’s head tilted forwards once more. Observing. Ava slightly regretted her restraint. Her hand remained suspended mid-air. Standing tall, Frank slowly guided her hand back to its original position as he said, “It was not a hard blow. It was alright.” 

“It was not a hard blow? Was it alright?” Ava pondered. 

Warmth coursed through Ava’s body when Frank’s hand touched her arm, a cellular stir that raced through her body. Her heart fluttered, and her eyelids dropped as her fingers fidgeted with her shirt. 

On the other hand, Frank captured each subtle motion in his gaze. 

As the clock neared 10 o’clock, Rose reluctantly spoke, Tm leaving. You guys keep playing.” 

Ava and the rest of the group rose to their feet as they intended to bid Rose farewell. However, Rose declined as she disliked sentimental goodbyes. 

“Oh, come on. It’s not like I’m embarking on a long journey. I’m simply returning to Athana. Spare me that mournful look. Smile, everyone. Life is beautiful, so do not frown. Smiling makes you look ten years younger,” Rose advised. 

Turning to Joseph, she added, “Mr. Turner, there’s no need to see me off. You’ve already arranged a private plane for me to stay till late. I’m incredibly grateful for your assistance. I owe you one. When you get married, I give you a generous present!” 

Standing alongside Natalie, Joseph chuckled softly. “Alright,” he mused, aware he might not have been able to accept the gift. 

Rose embraced her friends in succession before departing. Hackett stepped forward for a hug, but Frank sidestepped, lifting a foot to stop him. “Stingy, it is just one hug. Is this necessary? Hackett argued. 

His wife did not even object to the hug, so Frank’s response as an older brother seemed somewhat excessive. 

With Rose gone, the others began to depart one after another. After all, they had enjoyed a day filled with laughter and fun. 

Ava’s gaze clung to Frank’s receding figure, her heart feeling oddly unsettled, as though reluctant to let him go. 

In the moonlit night, his shadow stretched, his tall form gradually fading from view as he headed toward the parking lot. The estate’s expanse obscured him, and she couldn’t perceive him. 

A hollow sensation flooded her heart as if something was absent, and for a brief moment, she wished he would stay. 

That night, after she had hit Frank twice, he did not appear angry, but instead, he seemed peculiarly content.