Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon)

Chapter 32 The thunderstorm, the wind, and the rain suddenly arrived. Big raindrops landed on the window, making a crackling sound. It was especially clear in the quiet morning.

The trees in the villa area swayed in the wind. The rain was very heavy, and the sky seemed to have been pierced with a hole.

The rain had no intention of stopping.

Natalie had slept too early last night and woke up at 4:30 am. It seemed like she could not ride to the hospital today.

It was impossible to hail a cab in this heavy rain.

Natalie, who prioritized breakfast, didn’t think too much about hailing a cab. She got out of bed, walked into the bathroom to wash up, and went downstairs to make breakfast.

Natalie had slept early last night and had not eaten supper. She was woken up by hunger. She planned to make a steak, a sandwich, and a cup of coffee.

Trevon had been in the army for a long time and was very sensitive. He woke up the moment Natalie went downstairs. He pulled open the curtains and took a look. The rain outside the window was pouring. He could not help but frown.

Trevon didn’t like rainy days. Not only did he need to hold an umbrella, but the roads were also especially congested.

Trevon basically didn’t drive on rainy days.

Just as Natalie was seriously cooking the delicacies and smelling the smell overflowing from the frying pan, the man’s low and hoarse voice sounded, “Fry one for me too. I'd like it medium.” The sudden voice startled Natalie. “Oh my god!” She even threw the spatula on the ground.

However, Trevon leaned against the door frame calmly. “When did become so timid? Haven't you always been quite bold?” you Fighting and winning a man was not a problem. The scene of Natalie hitting someone that day was still vivid in Trevon’s mind.

Natalie was quick and ruthless. She still broke the opponent's bones even when the Chapter 32 opponent had already fallen to the ground.

It was impossible to tell how Natalie was timid. Why was she so afraid that even the shovel fell to the ground? Natalie glared at Trevon angrily. “Try making a sound suddenly again.” Trevon walked without making any sound, yet he blamed Natalie for being timid. Trevon was such a madman.

“Alright, | was wrong. I'm sorry.” Natalie suddenly turned her head around and sized Trevon up from head to toe. Was this person crazy? He actually apologized? Was Trevon alright? After they returned from the Wilson's residence yesterday, their relationship seemed to have changed, but at the same time, nothing seemed to have changed.

Looking at Natalie’s incredulous expression, Trevon was displeased. “Natalie, are you being cheap and can’t stand others treating you well, or do you have a special fetish that likes people to scold you?” “You're crazy. You like it when people scold you.” At this moment, Natalie was very childish. She was arguing so much that she no longer had her guard and mask on. This should be the real. Natalie. She could not suffer any losses.

Such Natalie was quite cute. She was relentless and wouldn't let it go. Besides, she did not suffer any losses.

Natalie was certain that Trevon was crazy. After being scolded by Natalie, Trevon smiled and even looked very happy.

After a while, two sets of breakfast were served.

Trevon ate slowly. The steak was fried very well.

Trevon glanced up at Natalie and said hoarsely, “Have you studied culinary training before?” Natalie was a little proud. “Mr. Wilson, you admit that my food is delicious?” “It's alright” Chapter 32 Natalie didn’t believe it. Trevon said so definitely because he thought her food was very delicious, but he didn’t admit it.

“I learned my culinary skills from two servants and my grandpa. | started learning from them when | was 10 years old. As for cooking desserts, | learned them outside.” “You sure like to learn. You get involved in everything.” Trevon said neutrally.

It seemed like a casual question.

Natalie did not care about his ridicule. This was the mouth of Trevon. Nothing good came out of his mouth.

It was difficult to hear good things from Trevon.

“It's not that | like to learn. When | first started cooking. Grandpa forced. me to cook. Actually, | don’t like the cooking smell. Every time. | would choke until my tears flowed. My hands were covered in blisters from the oil. However, later on, | realized that | felt a sense of accomplishment. after every dish was cooked, so | slowly fell in love with cooking.” The process was very difficult, but when they saw the results that they were satisfied with, they would be overjoyed and completely forget the process.

For example, when some people gave birth, Sherri always said that every time she delivered a child, the pregnant women would be in so much pain that they would die. They even said that they would not give birth to a second child.

However, a few years later, they would still have two or three children and completely forget the pain when they gave birth to their first child.

“Your grandpa didn’t even feel worried about your hands covered with. blisters from the oil. Your grandpa didn’t treat you well.” “How can that be? Grandpa just didn’t want to teach me to be a useless. person who can’t do anything.” Natalie's eyes were filled with sadness, and her hand that was holding the fork moved from time to time.

How could Natalie’s grandfather not treat her well? Other than her mother and grandfather, no one else in the world would treat Natalie so well and love her so much.

“Let's eat.” Chapter 32 As soon as Trevon finished speaking, he seemed to have thought of something. “You know boxing.” Hearing this, Natalie looked up. “How did you know?” Trevon did not answer Natalie’s question. Natalie’s answer already showed that she knew how to do it. Instead of answering, Natalie asked, “What level are you at in mixed martial arts and Taekwondo?” Natalie did not reveal everything and only said simply, “It's not much. It's just for self-defense.” Trevon understood. Natalie was starting to guard against him again. That night. from the speed at which Natalie was beating that person up, she was at least at the 9th level in the black belt. Trevon didn’t believe it. Also, Natalie was definitely at the 6th level at Golden Tiger in mixed martial arts.

As for boxing, Trevon wanted to try it himself.

“Let's spar tonight.” It was an order, not a discussion.

Natalie wanted to say that she was at work at that time. “I...” “You're working early today. You'll get off work at 4:30. I'll pick you up. Hurry up. Aren't you afraid of being late? The traffic is very congested.” Trevon, who had already finished breakfast, got up and tidied his clothes.

Natalie took a bite of her sandwich and asked vaguely with her mouth open, “Are you giving me a ride?” “Do you want to or not?” “No charge, right?” “If you don’t want to, you can hail a cab.” Natalie took out her phone and took a look. It was indeed a little late. Natalie was too focused on chatting. She quickly took her sandwich and changed her shoes as she ate. She took her umbrella and shouted at the man’s back, “Wait for me.” Didn't Trevon say he was sending Natalie off? But why did Trevon leave so quickly? When Trevon heard this, his lips curled into a beautiful smile.

Trevon took out his phone and sent a message to Jim. “You don't have to Chapter 32 pick me up in the morning. I'll drive there myself. You can go straight to the office.” At that, Jim, who was rushing over, was confused. Didn't Trevon not like to drive in the rain? Was Trevon crazy? Fifty-five minutes later, a conspicuous Maybach stopped in front of the Athana Hospital.

Time was running out. Natalie hurriedly grabbed her umbrella and said. to Trevon, “Thank you, Mr. Wilson. I'll be leaving first. I'm going to be late.” “Okay, I'll pick you up after work and bring you to the boxing club.

“Okay.” Natalie had no choice but to agree.

Trevon didn’t leave. Instead, he watched as the woman jogged into the hospital. When Trevon couldn't see her anymore, he started the engine. and left.

There were only two minutes left before work. Trevon was quite good at making full use of time. He changed his clothes and prepared to go to work.

Natalie started working.

The number 31 patient, Max, went to consult in room 2.

Natalie felt that this name was so familiar. After seeing the person, she remembered. This was that bastard who fixed on her last night, Trevon’s younger brother.

Compared to Trevon, this person could be said to have no noble aura at all. He did not have the aura of a wealthy family at all.

If Natalie had to describe it, she would describe him as a peacock.

Natalie was wearing a white sweater, a light pink tweed jacket, and a pair of white sneakers. Natalie was a little troublesome.

However, on the surface, Natalie still followed her professional ethics and asked, “Where are you feeling unwell?” Max pulled the stool forward and moved closer to Natalie. Max held his chest and said, “Mrs. Wilson, my chest feels uncomfortable.” Natalie moved her chair in. “Sir, you've gone to the wrong consulting Chapter 32 room. | suggest you go to the cardiology department.” Natalie emphasized the last sentence.

Max, who automatically ignored Natalie’s sentence, said, “Then, enthusiastic Mrs. Wilson, what illness is your consulting room responsible for?” Natalie wanted to say, “Is that man crazy?” If Natalie wasn't a doctor, she would have beaten him to death without hesitation.

“Sir, to be precise, this is the cerebral surgery department. It's for patients. with injuries, blood, and tumor on their head. May | ask which type you are?” Natalie really wanted to suggest that Trevon go to the psychiatric department to take a look. After all, Natalie was Trevon’s wife.

Max was such a freak in the Wilson family. He actually dared to flirt with his brother's wife.

Max pretended. “I have a headache recently.” “Okay, | will prescribe a full-body CT scan to find the cause of your illness. It's already prescribed. Go pay and queue up.” Max still wanted to say something, but she had already pressed the button and was ready to meet the next patient. When the next patient was called in, Max could only take the payment slip and leave.