Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon) novel Chapter 76

The vehicle maneuvered through the congested street, merging with the gloomy night and mirroring the man's somber mind.

With furrowed brows and sharp angles, Trevon's dark eyes were concealed beneath layers of coldness, partially veiled by their half-closed state.

He pondered, "From the day of our marriage to last night's bitter separation, we shared the same roof for nearly two months. The New Year is just a few days away, and our agreement was supposed to last until the first month. But why does my heart feel suffocated and trapped, as if it's holding its breath in my chest? Could it be that I can't truly let go? No, that's impossible. It must be because no one has ever challenged my rules. We agreed on three months, and it should be me who decides when it comes to an end."

Jim's hand trembled as he pressed down on the accelerator, stealing a glance at the rearview mirror. Summoning his courage, he spoke, "Mr. Wilson, if you can't bear to be without Mrs. Wilson, then go after her."

Jim silently mused, "Although the marriage has ended, and it was ended unilaterally, as long as Mr. Wilson is willing to pursue her, he should be able to win her back. With sincerity, even an iron pestle can be ground down to a needle."

Upon hearing the sound, Trevon slowly opened his eyes, his brows slightly furrowing. "Which eye of yours witnessed my reluctance to part with her?"

Hearing that, Jim silently murmured, "Mr. Wilson is incredibly stubborn. Clearly, he's hesitant deep down. Otherwise, why would he visit the Wilson's residence in the middle of the night? Is he going there to celebrate his newfound singlehood? Your gloomy expression doesn't betray any signs of happiness. It's evident that you're feeling uneasy." In his mind, he criticized his boss a thousand times over.

Soon, the car came to a halt at the entrance of the Wilson's residence.

Stepping out of the car, the man made a beeline for the main gate of the Wilson's residence.

Jim parked the car and waited inside. It was wiser not to enter and delve into the situation at a time like this. Knowing too much only hastened one's demise, even though he was already aware of a fair amount.

Trevon, his face expressionless and cold, headed towards Theo's room. Along the way, he was intercepted by Gage, the butler. "Mr. Wilson, Mr. Theo is already asleep."

He locked his gaze onto Gage, searching for any hint of falsehood on his face. "I know he's not asleep. I have a few questions to ask, and it won't take long."

Gage felt unease as Trevon's overpowering aura signaled that he was aware of what happened that night and was enraged. "Mr. Wilson, I assure you, Mr. Theo is truly asleep. Mrs. Wilson visited tonight, and it affected Mr. Theo's mood. His blood pressure spiked, and he took medication before falling asleep. He kept complaining of a headache before going to bed. I suspect he can't bear to see Mrs. Wilson leave and kept muttering about arranging a marriage ceremony, fearing that Mrs. Wilson would never set foot into the Wilson's residence again."

Trevon deciphered the underlying meaning in Gage's words, and his expression darkened further. "I'll return tomorrow."

With those words, he exited the Wilson's residence.

The cabin's temperature naturally dropped inside the car, sending a bone-chilling sensation through its occupants.

Jim's hand trembled as he inquired, "Mr. Wilson, where are we headed?"

After a brief pause, Trevon parted his lips and replied, "We're going to Phoenix Manor."

Upon receiving the command, Jim steered the vehicle towards Trevon's private villa, adhering to his desires.

While driving, Jim reflected, "Phoenix Manor is Mr. Wilson's residence after he moved out of the Wilson's residence. He used to live there before getting married, but after the marriage, Mr. Theo asked him to relocate to Adare Manor and live with Mrs. Wilson for at least three months.

"Little did he know that he would return before the three-month adjustment period.

"On second thought, he can't possibly stay at Adare Manor tonight. The odor there could suffocate anyone. I can't believe Mrs. Wilson was audacious enough to think of stinking up the place with durians.

"She even activated the central air conditioning to circulate the smell. This scent probably won't dissipate for at least a week..."

In his heart, Jim silently gave a thumbs-up to Natalie.

"Truly, she is my idol. She's the only one who can discipline Mr. Wilson," thought Jim.

After a moment, Trevon issued a cold instruction, "Cease all projects between the Sullivan family and the Wilson Group."

"Yes, sir," Jim promptly replied.

Following his words, Trevon closed his eyes and feigned dozing off.

At the same time, Sherri drove her own Mercedes-Benz to Edward's Evergreen Gardens.

Struggling with two large suitcases, she entered the elevator and swiftly arrived on the 28th floor.

"This number is quite fitting. Edward is also 28 this year. If people don't know he purchased it years ago, they might assume he chose the floor based on age," she contemplated.

As for why Edward acquired such a high floor, it was to gain a broader perspective and a commanding view of the surroundings. They say it's beneficial to have an elevated vantage point.

Sherri, breathing heavily, settled on the suitcase and pressed the doorbell since she didn't know the password.

Having just finished showering, Natalie donned a coat and opened the door.