Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon) novel Chapter 39

At 9:05 p.m., Natalie and Sherri parted ways at the entrance of the hospital and went home.

There were many nightbirds in Athana. On the road, there was an endless stream of cars. The sound of horns and the roar of exhaust were deafening.

When she got home, Natalie wanted to get some supper. However, she remembered that she had not bought any ingredients for a few days.

There was no durian, and Trevon was about to go home.

The thought of buying durian was completely gone.

The moment Natalie thought of Trevon, Trevon was home.

Just as Natalie was about to open the door, a bright light blinded her.

Natalie turned to look at the bright spot. It was indeed Trevon's Koenigsegg. The man got out of the car as handsomely as ever.

He tidied up his suit, which did not have a single crease, and walked toward Natalie with his long legs. In a daze, Natalie felt he looked a little like Prince Charming.

The lights of the car elongated Trevon's figure, and the spotlights completely fell on him.

It was a feeling of a show.

Trevon stared at her exquisite little face and glanced at the black motorcycle. It was really difficult to connect this motorcycle to her. "Why don't you ride the motorcycle to the garage?"

Natalie raised her head and looked at the man's well-defined handsome face. "It won't rain tomorrow, and I can't be bothered to park inside. Isn't the courtyard quite big?"

It meant that Natalie could park her motorcycle in the courtyard.

Without another word, the man opened the door and entered the villa.

With his back facing Natalie, Trevon asked, "What are you going to do tonight?"

Natalie looked puzzled. "What?"

What else could Natalie do when she got home? Of course, it was to sleep.

A cold and indifferent voice sounded. "Supper."

"I didn't buy any ingredients. Are you hungry?"

After changing his shoes, Trevon turned around and faced Natalie. "There's some in the fridge. Go see what you can cook."

"Okay."

Natalie opened the refrigerator.

As expected, it was filled with all kinds of ingredients. It was very fresh. "Did you ask Mr. Hawk to buy it today?"

Trevon didn't really like this sentence, but it was indeed bought by Jim. "Yes."

Trevon said to the woman who was rummaging through the fridge, "I want to eat Spaghetti Bolognese."

Natalie's hand paused in the act of rummaging through the refrigerator. "Are you sure?" Natalie asked, verifying each word.

Natalie remembered very clearly that when she ate Spaghetti Bolognese last time, this person had a look of disdain and looked like she had poisoned him. However, he wanted to eat Spaghetti Bolognese now. Was he crazy?

Could it be that Natalie's culinary skills had conquered Trevon's stomach?

"Yes."

After getting an affirmative answer, Natalie quickly prepared to make Spaghetti Bolognese. She also wanted to eat it tonight. Afraid that Trevon would dislike it, she could only cook something else.

At this moment, Natalie thought Trevon was very pleasing to the eye.

In a good mood, Natalie said happily, "Do you want more tomatoes? It smells good."

From the angle of him on the sofa, Trevon could see the happiness in Natalie's eyes. She was really easy to satisfy. A bowl of Spaghetti Bolognese made her so happy.

Natalie wasn't even as happy as she was when she married Trevon.

Trevon felt alright before comparing the two things. However, he suddenly felt a little depressed. He got up and went straight upstairs to take a shower. He didn't answer her about the tomatoes.

Since Natalie didn't get a reply, she didn't mind. She shrugged. It was rare for her to be that happy today, so she would add more tomatoes to it. If Trevon didn't want to eat them, she could eat herself.

Half an hour later, Trevon arrived at the dining room. When he saw the two steaming bowls of Spaghetti Bolognese on the table, his mood instantly improved.