Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon) novel Chapter 38

The view outside Adare Manor was beautiful.

The two sides of the road were planted with the same spacing of a kind of special flower.

In this cold season, hundreds of flowers withered, and only these kinds of flowers were full of vitality. The petals scattered with the wind and danced gracefully, standing tall in the cold wind.

As Natalie ran, she stopped and slowly walked to a tree. She could not help but praise it. A pair of small hands that were warm from the exercise gently touched the petals scattered on the ground.

From Trevon's angle, the first thing he saw was a slightly red face. Natalie had a beautiful figure and was very charming.

It was like a painting, so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off it. There were only flowers and a beautiful young lady in the world.

Natalie did not know that Trevon had also stopped to wait for her. She was mesmerized by the beautiful scenery.

Natalie hadn't seen the plum flowers when she came for a run a few days ago.

This was the first time Natalie had seen so many flowers swaying in the wind. It was greatly beautiful.

Natalie looked up with a bright smile on her face and met Trevon's eyes. "Mr. Wilson, the villa you chose is not bad."

Trevon was disdainful. What did she mean by not bad? Trevon said expressionlessly, "Just because of the flowers?"

After pondering for a moment, Natalie looked at Trevon with her soft eyes. "Yes and no. How should I put it? The air around here is quite good, except for a little far from downtown."

Besides, it was difficult to hail a cab. As for the other, it was very comfortable. There was no need to worry about the insecurity. The security was especially good. Perhaps this was the reason why Natalie felt especially at ease sleeping here.

This was very similar to Natalie's grandmother's favorite flowering scene.

"I don't think women don't like flowers. I don't like bouquets. I always feel that it is a waste to be folded down to cut off their chances of survival when they bloom beautifully. It's better to bloom in the soil." Natalie didn't say that it was a waste of money. It seemed a little boring to talk about money at this time.

"Yes." The man stopped talking. Perhaps he was annoyed by Natalie's long-windedness.

The two of them did not run seriously. They ran for a while and stopped to chat. Usually, one person could finish the journey in an hour, but today, it took two hours.

It was almost ten o'clock when they got home.

Natalie asked politely, "It's almost noon. Are you going to the office for lunch or at home?"

Why did this sentence sound like a scene of a wife asking her husband to stay for a meal?

The man stopped in his tracks as he walked toward the staircase. After a while, he gave a beautiful smile. "At home."

Natalie was stunned for a moment. Did Trevon misunderstand something too?

Natalie quickly went to her room to take a shower. After taking a shower, she stood in front of the mirror to blow dry her hair. She realized that her lips were so red today and seemed to be slightly swollen.

It didn't look like being caused by a mosquito bite.

Natalie didn't pay much attention to it because she wouldn't attribute it to Trevon.

At noon, Natalie made three dishes and a soup, Chicken Teriyaki, Grilled Salmon, garden salad with ranch dressing, and Oyster and Corn Chowder.

Trevon was eating with relish. He felt that today's food was even more delicious than usual.

"Your servants knew how to cook these dishes before entering the Foster's residence or after entering."

"What? Are you very concerned about that?" It was the second time Trevon had asked, and Natalie couldn't help feeling a little surprised. What difference did it make?

"No." Trevon wouldn't comment on things he hadn't investigated.

However, to be able to make Trevon ask the same question over and over again, there must be something wrong. Natalie was not stupid and asked with a determined gaze, "What do you want to say, Mr. Wilson?"

"Nothing, let's eat."

Instead, Natalie answered to help Trevon arrange minds, "I don't know if the servants knew how to cook these dishes before entering the Foster's residence or after entering, but I've eaten these dishes since I was young. My mother knew how to cook them."