Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon) novel Chapter 621

Chris had already fallen far behind the woman. He could not even see her back. He sat on the bench in the neighborhood and prepared to rest.

He adjusted his clothes and his scarf until the annoying cold wind wouldn't get into his collar.

As soon as he sat down, his butt felt cold. It was the kind of cold that seeped into his bones. Out of reflex, he jumped up. His feet were warm, but it was chilly outside. He attempted to sit down on the chair again, but this time, he gradually allowed his buttocks to make contact with the seat. This way, he felt less cold.

After resting for about 10 minutes, even the chair had warmed up. Feeling that it was almost time, he stood up. He straightened his clothes and scarf, put his hands in his pockets, and walked briskly toward the villa.

When he arrived at the door, Chris raised his hand to look at the time and realized that it was not even six o'clock. In order to prevent his mother from forcing him to go to the company, he stood in the bone-chilling wind and waited for another ten minutes.

He was alone at the entrance of the villa, fighting with the cold wind.

Chris didn't open the door of the villa until 6:10 a.m.

As soon as he entered the villa, Chris felt alive.

They were from two completely different worlds. The temperature difference was too great.

On the stairs, Charlie had already dressed up and was making his way downstairs. His wife's actions had deprived him of any desire to sleep, so he decided to get up. Meanwhile, Angie had already fallen back asleep.

Chris, who had just entered for less than a minute, shivered from the cold. His ears and hands were cold. He picked up the air conditioner remote control in the living room and raised the temperature. The air conditioner in the living room was turned on by the servants in advance.

Charlie followed his gaze to the temperature on the air conditioner and reminded his son. "If you set the temperature this high, it will feel even colder when you go outside later." With such a significant temperature difference between indoors and outdoors, the risk of catching a cold was high.

Chris shook his head. "I think it's good if I catch a cold now." At least he didn't have to go for a morning run.

People who went jogging in this weather must have something wrong with their heads. Chris suddenly remembered the short-haired young woman he passed by during the morning run. Either she was unique, or she was crazy. Perhaps she had just experienced a heartbreak and was trying to alleviate her sorrows through morning runs.

It was probably the latter. From the way she was dressed, there should be nothing wrong with ber brain. There was a high chance that she had fallen out of love.

However, this method of venting seemed much better. It was better than standing on a tall building, contemplating jumping, and then having the police hassle to rescue her. Chris thought to himself.

Charlie had already descended the stairs and walked directly to the dining room. He pulled out a stool and sat down, taking the bowl from the servant. "Come and eat something. You should lower the temperature of the air conditioner. I will go to work later."

Hearing this, Chris did as he was told. He picked up the remote control and lowered the temperature a little. After adjusting it, he placed the remote control on the table and walked to the dining room to eat.

Seeing that the temperature had been adjusted, Charlie ate his breakfast and asked, "Why did you think of going for a run? Did your mother force you?"

Chris looked as if it were obvious. Otherwise, could it be that he had gone crazy, braving the cold outside so early in the morning?

Charlie pondered for a few seconds and did not speak. It was unknown what he was thinking, but the restaurant instantly fell silent. After a while, Charlie asked, "Are there many people running in the neighborhood?"

Chris sneered. "I'm the only lunatic." However, he thought of the young lady again and said, "There's one I don't know."

Charlie asked, "A young lady?"

Chris replied, "Maybe, but I'm not sure of it."

Charlie was quite speechless, thinking that distinguishing between men and women was a straightforward task, right?

Ten minutes later, the two of them finished their breakfast and wiped their lips with a tissue. Chris glanced at his father and tried to ask, "Dad, you really don't know why Mom forced me to run in the morning?"

Upon hearing this, Charlie continued wiping his mouth, probably having a direction in mind for the speculation. He calmly replied, "Your mom is doing it for your own good. Haven't you seen the news in the past few days? An eighty-year-old person swims in winter every year and is even healthier than us. In your free time, pay more attention to the news, and don't spend every day thinking about how to perform surgeries."

Chris wondered, 'I'm at winter running, not winter swimming. Besides, if winter swimming is so beneficial, why don't you try it?'

When he saw the dissatisfaction in his son's eyes, Charlie coughed guiltily and forced himself to remain calm. "Don't question why I didn't go for a winter swim. If you remain single for a few more years, your mom and I won't even hope to live until 80. Reaching 65 would be challenging enough."

Chris was speechless.

After breakfast, Chris went to the hospital. He was afraid that if his mom woke up, she would start making things difficult for him again. For safety's sake, it was better to go to work early.

Half an hour after Chris left, the door to Stella's room opened on time. Wearing a down jacket, she skipped downstairs with a black limited edition bag on her shoulder. This was a birthday gift from her sister, Christina, and it was sent from Sapphire City.

When Stella arrived downstairs, she noticed the living room was so quiet that she could hear the sound of needles falling. However, the temperature in the room was very high, making her feel like she was wearing the wrong clothes.

Usually, her mother would sit on the sofa early in the morning and watch television. Where did she go this morning? Stella asked the servant standing quietly at the side, "Where's my mom?"

Chris was probably still asleep. Her father must have gone to work.

The servant replied respectfully, "Mrs. Angie is sleeping upstairs. Mr. Charlie and Mr. Chris have already gone out. They should have gone to work."

Stella was surprised. "Chris woke up and went to work?"

Stella raised her hand and looked at the red watch on her wrist. "It's not even eight o'clock yet. Doesn't Chris go out at eight o'clock every day?" He would not get up when there was no surgery.

What was wrong with him today? Why was he acting so strangely? Was he in a relationship?