Turning Of The Tide By Diana Sander Novel - Season 1 Episode 28

The next day, Natalie slept soundly through the night until around 3 PM, when she finally woke up.

Simultaneously, a gentle knock resounded on the door, and Jim stood outside the door with a sense of unease, tapping the door lightly.

Trevon was still attending a meeting and expected to return within half an hour. Tonight, there was to be a dinner party at the Wilson’s old residence, and Mr. Wilson had requested Jim to come to the Adare Manor and bring clothes and shoes for Natalie.

The dinner party’s protocol dictated that the younger generation should not arrive at the designated hour but rather a few hours earlier.

In this case, they could spend more time fostering relationships.

After two rounds of knocking, there was still no response, and just as Jim. was about to knock for a third time, the door swung open.

With messy hair and still in a drowsy state, Natalie had just woken up. Luckily, she was wearing modest pajamas.

She glanced at Jim, who was holding several gift sets and rubbed her eyes, wondering why he had brought them.

She had completely forgotten her commitment to Trevon to accompany him to the Wilson’s old residence today.

Jim proceeded to speak. “Mrs. Wilson, you can take these. You can try them on later to see if they fit.”

Natalie, wearing a perplexed expression, asked, “Mr. Hawk, why are you giving these to me? Did Mr. Wilson prepare these? Is there a party tonight?”

Jim thought, “So it seems that Mrs. Wilson actually doesn’t attach much importance to tonight’s event.” He really didn’t understand what made Trevon think that Natalie was trying to pester him, and Trevon even deliberately created a month-long trending topic on the internet. It would still be hotly discussed online if not for Theo’s intervention.

Jim patiently explained, “Mrs. Wilson, this evening, both you and Mr. Wilson are expected to return to the Wilson’s old residence for the dinner party. Don’t you remember?” He cautiously added those last words.

Even though Natalie’s face revealed complete forgetfulness, Jim felt compelled to inquire further.

Natalie responded without reservation, “Ah, I forgot. Can I skip this one?”

Internally, Jim gave a thumbs up to Natalie since she was the first and only woman who refused to step foot into the Wilson’s old residence. However, he said, “I’m afraid that won’t be possible, Mrs. Wilson. Everyone in the Wilson family already knows that Mr. Wilson intends to bring you along to the Wilson’s old residence tonight.” The implication was clear, and she had to go.

“Mrs. Wilson, dinner time at the Wilson’s old residence is 6 o’clock,” Jim reminded with the utmost care, sensing the need to reinforce the reminder.

Because it was clear that Natalie simply didn’t care about this at all!

Natalie thought, “Is this really necessary to make such a grand affair out of a meal?”

Since she couldn’t decline, Natalie reluctantly accepted, and it was also a chance for her to inquire about the deal her grandpa had struck with Theo tonight. Hence, she readily stated, “Give them to me.”

Jim breathed a tremendous sigh of relief and handed all the items to Natalie.

Once she took them over, Natalie shut the door and proceeded to freshen

Standing before the mirror with the strapless dress Jim had given her in her hand, she had no desire to wear it since she rarely wears dresses.

She could hardly recall wearing dresses more than a few times a year.

And she couldn’t even remember what kind of dresses she wore on those occasions.

The dress had been so long, and she found it somewhat repugnant and cumbersome. Nevertheless, she had her own purpose for visiting the Wilson’s old residence today, so she eventually donned the items Trevon had given her, one after another.

Half an hour later, she was fully dressed, complemented by a subtle touch of makeup.

The dress remained a vexing garment for her, and she suspected that Trevon intended it to make it difficult. Natalie hitched up her dress with great care and then prepared herself to descend the stairs.

As she made her way down, Trevon was already seated on the couch. His gaze fixated on Natalie descending the staircase.

Jim stood there, utterly dumbfounded. The women in Trevon’s secretary group had already been very attractive, but Natalie was undoubtedly the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

“Truly, fine feathers make fine birds,” Jim thought, amazed. “This dress really makes Mrs. Wilson utterly dazzling.”

Trevon, too, stood in astonishment, never expecting that the dress he had personally selected would fit her so perfectly.

The pure white strapless dress half-concealed her alluring collarbone. When the light fell on the soft and lustrous fabric, the bright lines of the dress seemed to shimmer, which made her look like an angel from heaven. The waistline of the dress was remarkably tight, accentuating her delicate figure.

Subconsciously, Trevon’s throat involuntarily bobbed up and down, his mouth becoming slightly parched.

At this moment, he realized the exquisite beauty of Natalie’s body, particularly her slender waist that could easily be held with a single hand.

Jim noticed the stunned expression on Trevon’s face and couldn’t help but feel a bit pleased. “Look, even Mr. Wilson is amazed by Mrs. Wilson’s beauty now,” he thought.

“Mr. Wilson, Mrs. Wilson is here,” he exclaimed.

As Trevon returned to his senses, he was captivated by Natalie’s beautiful face and perfect figure. To conceal his embarrassment, he clenched his hand into a fist near his mouth and cleared his throat. “Well, let’s get ready to depart. Bring me the coat I brought back, please.”

On his way back, Trevon made a detour to the Athana Building and purchased a hazy blue coat for Natalie, considering the slightly chilly weather today.

Approaching him while hitching up her dress, Natalie inquired, “When do we leave?”

Trevon’s gaze remained fixed upon her for a moment, and then he slowly parted his lips. “In 15 minutes. Put on the coat first. It’s a bit cold outside.”

Then Trevon put the coat over her, giving Natalie the illusion that he really cared about her.

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“Perhaps I was mistaken. He should just be afraid that I would embarrass. him at the Wilson’s old residence,” Natalie thought.

Though she thought so, Natalie didn’t say anything and immediately put on the coat. After all, she should take responsibility for her own body, and it was indeed warmer to wear the coat.

Meanwhile, Trevon noticed that any clothes of all styles seemed to suit Natalie very well, and the hazy blue coat accentuated her cool and unique temperament, aligning perfectly with her persona.

Observing the high heels Jim had brought for her, she inwardly declined, unwilling to risk a stumble within the Wilson’s old residence. Tipping her head slightly, she pleaded, “Can I wear my own shoes?”

Trevon understood that she must not be accustomed to wearing high heels, considering he had not seen a single pair in the shoe closet. “Well, you may wear your own shoes for now. We can stop by a store later to purchase a pair of flats.”

“Does he think that my own shoes are too normal for the dinner party tonight?” Natalie thought. “Fine. After all, he’s the boss who will make the arrangements tonight.”

Anyway, she was not the one footing the bill!

On the midway to the Wilson’s old residence, Trevon did not let Jim perfunctorily go and buy shoes for Natalie. Instead, he personally took her along to choose for herself. Opting for comfort, Natalie selected a pair of pristine white canvas sneakers in the end.

Trevon’s demeanor today left Natalie feeling peculiar, but she couldn’t pinpoint what was amiss. Was it because he didn’t treat her with a cold indifference today?

Before long, the car came to a halt in front of the Wilson’s old residence.

As Natalie stepped out of the car, she couldn’t help but be taken aback by the sight of the old building adorned with modest and antiquated decor.

Although the exterior appeared aged, Natalie could still discern the

underlying opulence. The vast mansion spanned a considerable area, requiring a five-minute walk from the entrance to reach the main building. Along the way, two rows of cherry trees lined the path while clusters of light blue hydrangeas adorned the mansion’s entrance.

It resembled a veritable paradise.

They were promptly received by an individual inside, Gage Prescott, the butler of the Wilson family.

Despite his graying hair, this fifty-year-old man respectfully addressed. Trevon, saying, “Mr. Wilson, Mr. Theo has requested you take your wife to his study after you return.”

“Okay,” Trevon uttered only one word.

Suddenly, Natalie felt the warmth of a hand holding hers, prompting her instinctive reflex to withdraw.

Trevon, however, didn’t do as she wanted. He held her hand tightly and led her in. Natalie looked up and met his icy gaze. His typically impassive face made her wonder that she might have misjudged him again and it was all just a charade.

Theo, engrossed in his own paintings in the study, glanced at them with a hint of a smile when he saw Natalie and Trevon coming in hand in hand. “Come, Natalie, sit beside me. Don’t be nervous. It was all my fault. You’ve been officially part of the Wilson family for over two weeks, yet I haven’t invited you here even once. I was afraid you might feel uncomfortable. But now, rest assured that I won’t force you into anything you don’t wish to do.”

Unaware that Natalie had been coerced into coming by Trevon, Theo assumed she had volunteered.

In a good-natured tone, Natalie replied, “Mr. Theo, it’s alright. I’m at ease with everything. It’s all fine.”

Theo then retrieved a box from the safe and presented it to Natalie, saying, “Natalie, this is for you. You’ve been married to my grandson for so long, yet I haven’t given you a gift.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Natalie declined, saying, “Mr. Theo, I cannot accept this. Your grandson… He’s been good to me, and I cannot take such an extravagant item.”

After all, there were only more than two months for Natalie and Trevon

to get divorced, so Natalie couldn’t accept such a valuable gift from Theo. Although she did not know what kind of gift it was, there was not a single thing in the Wilson family that could be sent as a cheap gift.

Theo burst into laughter. “You haven’t even opened it, my dear girl. How can you determine its worth?”

Trevon extended his hand, reaching for the gift. Of course, Trevon had noticed Natalie’s anxious expression, and he understood why she was reluctant to accept it. “Just take it, Natalie. If Grandpa gives something, it must be something valuable. If you don’t want it, I’ll keep it for you.”

Natalie was speechless, while thinking, “What’s wrong with you? If you want it, go ahead. Why do you drag me into this?”