Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon)

Chapter 341 When Natalie returned to her room, she was not pretending to sleep. When Trevon Wilson returned, she was already asleep.

This made him wonder if his guess was wrong.

However, this shouldn't be the current reaction given the deep relationship between Natalie and Barron. In the past, the two of them had to rely on each other for survival.

It was obvious that she loved her grandfather very much.

After the divorce, she could actually buy a house, but she didn’t. Trevon asked this question, and Natalie said, “Because renting a house is different from buying a house. The rented house belongs to someone else. You can accept that no one lights it up for you, but buying a house is different. It's your new home. If it's dark every time you go home, it doesn't feel like a home.” Thinking back to what she had said, it was very sad. It could be seen how unacceptable it was for her that Barron passed away.

He stood by the bed and frowned slightly. In the end, he lay down under the blanket and hugged her to sleep as usual It was a quiet night, and she didn’t dream. Perhaps it was because of the sense of security he exuded.

The next morning, the sky was clear. Sherri Landor sent a message early in the morning suggesting a spring outing. Natalie typed in a few messages on WhatsApp. She lied and said that she had something to do today and could not go together. She did not reveal what had happened in the past few days. She did not want Sherri to feel burdened and worried. If Sherri found out, she would definitely not hang out with Hackett Blackwell today. She would definitely rush over. After replying to the messages, she saw that Trevon was still asleep. She wondered whether he was going to the office today. She moved a small stool and sat on the carpet. She took a piece of paper and a pen and began to plan for today and tomorrow.

The title was “The Timetable of Farewells.” Climbing mountains because when she was young, she often climbed small mountains with her grandfather. At that time, her grandfather was not very old and did not have pancreatic cancer. He always accompanied her to find the beauty of nature and released their unhappiness by shouting at the mountains.

Rock climbing was a sport she liked in university. For her, every time she encountered difficulties, she would climb once. Every time she succeeded, her mental state would be different.

One project after another was decided. There was boxing, cycling, dancing, piano playing...

These were all taught to her by her grandfather. Even riding a bicycle was taught to her by her grandfather by a professional.

Trevon had woken up long ago. He sat on the bed and watched the woman on the ground busily writing something. He was very curious. He thought that she would be depressed when she woke up in the morning, but it was not the case. He quietly got out of bed and stood behind her. He glanced at the things on the paper. “Are you going today?” Without turning around, she replied, “Yeah. Go to work. I'll go myself. Don’t worry.” Trevon lied, “Father didn’t let me go to the company and asked me to prepare for the wedding, so | could only stay at home. Why don’t you take me to experience your schedule?” She turned her head to look at his face and saw that he was expressionless and serious. She knew that he was worried, even if he did not show it. “Sure, time is tight.” She needed to be in a good mood by Monday.

The two of them hurriedly changed their clothes. After getting dressed, Trevon asked, “Do you want to ride or drive?” Natalie thought for a moment. There was no sadness on her face. “Ride. You ride.” Trevon knew that she did not want to touch the motorcycle now because it was given to her by Barron. “Okay.” When they arrived at the parking lot, Trevon raised his slender leg and stepped on it. He started the engine. Natalie, who was standing at the side, was in a daze. She stared at the motorcycle without blinking until a hand pressed down on her head. She forced a smile. “I'm fine.” After getting on the motorcycle, she wrapped her arms tightly around his waist. As they rode on the Athana road, the memories replayed in front of her eyes. Her tears drifted as the motorcycle sped. She raised one hand to wipe them and continued to hug him.

Trevon, who was in the front, naturally felt the change in her. He endured it, but he did not expose her.

They stopped at the foot of a hill. He got down, took a hat, and put it on her head. “It's too sunny. Wear it.

They walked side by side. No one spoke. It was quiet as they climbed the mountain. It was as if they were really here to climb the mountain. Every step was a farewell to the past. They walked past their memories and walked toward the future. There was no turning back. There was only a path forward, as long as they did not look back.

When they reached the top of the mountain. Trevon still stood silently and did not disturb her. She stood at a spot and shouted into the mountain again and agam. It was the method her grandfather had taught her.

After shouting, she turned to smile at Trevon, tears welling up in her eyes. “This is the way Grandpa taught me to vent. When | was young, as long as | was unhappy or did badly in the exams. Grandpa would bring me up the mountain to vent. After venting.

| would continue to work hard. Grandpa often said that climbing the mountain is like walking through life. You can’t jump on the steep cliff. You have to be careful step by step and not make any big mistakes. Once you make a mistake, you won't be able to change it. You might be crushed.

“At the time, | didn’t understand what Grandpa meant. | was too young. Now, | seem to understand what Grandpa was implying.

He was subtly telling me that he had made a mistake and couldn't change it.” Trevon listened to her quietly. He walked closer to her and hugged her shoulders as they looked at the scenery of Athana. He opened his thin lips slightly and said. “No matter what, you still have me. I'll always be here as long as you need me.” She put one arm around his waist and leaned her head on his shoulder. The quiet company had always been the most healing and respectful. He did not tell her what he thought and what she should do.

Everyone had their own thoughts and their own unique way of dealing with emotions.

After climbing the mountain, the two of them went to the rock climbing hall to climb. The two of them began to compete in speed Trevon deliberately slowed down to wait for her during the climb.

They did everything according to the list. The last two were piano and boxing, in order not to make their hands tremble, they chose to play the piano first. The venue was Lithern Club. Occasionally, it would be booked by someone to prepare a romantic event By the end of the day, she had already completed half of the list. In order to prevent Natalie from being exhausted. Trevon suggested that they continue tomorrow. She did not object. She slept especially quietly that night. Trevon was also very obedient. He just quietly accompanied her and hugged her.

On Sunday, because Trevon secretly lit sleeping incense at night, Natalie did not wake up in the morning and slept until 10 am.

After she woke up and had lunch, it was 11:30 am.

They spent the morning in bed.

In the afternoon, there were only a few staff in Lithern Club. Surprisingly, Frank Roberts was in the office. Trevon led Natalie into the office.

Frank laid on the sofa and was about to take an afternoon nap. He was very relaxed. Trevon noticed that Natalie's mood was much better, so he teased Frank “You didn’t contact Auntie Ava?” Frank laid lazily on the sofa with his legs crossed, looking like an idle prince “You're so free today. What's the matter?” He glanced at Natalie, who was behind.

“Let me borrow your piano, Trevon said.

“My lord's no sense of direction shouldn't be contagious. The piano is on the first floor. | didn’t lock it, so there’s no need to pretend to be very polite.” Frank retorted to Trevon in front of Natalie.

Trevon said, “I mainly want to see if you're lovesick. If you're depressed, | can still give you a pill.” “I thank your whole family,” Frank said.

Trevon brought Natalie to the first floor. She slowly sat down. It had been many years since she had played. She wanted to flip through the score, but she saw a score of a piano piece named “Possibility” on the piano. In an instant, she felt that this score seemed to be quite suitable. It was especially suitable for the current scene.

Clenching her fist, she finally released it and pressed every note. A nice melody sounded at Lithern Club. Every note floated.

Her piano playing was not the best, but it was not bad. It was much better than many professionals. She controlled every rhythm very well. Trevon Wilson stood at the side and stared at Natalie Foster on the stage. This was the first time he had seen Natalie play the piano. It was beautiful and charming, but there was sadness on his face. He saw it.

Her heart ached slightly.

She heard a voice in the way. “Does your wife know?” Trevon replied faintly, “Yes.” Frank had one hand in his pocket and the other smoking. He glanced at Natalie on the stage. “You're not in a bad state. It's not as serious as you thought. It seems that you have a huge misunderstanding of your wife.” “If you don’t know how to talk, you can shut up.” Trevon rolled his eyes at him. Only Ava could cure his stupid mouth.

Im reminding you to spend more time getting to know your wife. Frank replied after taking a puff of his cigarette.

“Thank you. You can continue to talk nonsense after you've dealt with your own business. Go pick out the best man’s clothes next Sunday” Frank's hand that was holding the cigarette paused His lips curled into a sly smile “Where's the bridesmaid?” Trevon did not look at Frank. He said impatiently. “What do you think? Is your brain kicked by a donkey?” Frank was not angry Instead, the smile on his lips widened. “Alright, do you want to bring her?” “No need. My wife said that Ava has been seizing the time to study. The designer will go over there to take measurements. I'm afraid your plan won't come true.” Trevon was much happier. The mood of Natalie on the stage was also much better.

A piece of music was letting go, bidding farewell to the future, recalling the past, and burying it.

Frank said disdainfully, “I don’t have time on Sunday. Let the designer come to my place to take my measurements. I'm very busy.” “Well, you can choose not to participate. I'll help Ava find another best man to pair with. | think Chris Yarin is not bad” Frank snapped, “You dare!” Frank thought of the helmet that Ava Turner had touched before she left. He stared at Trevon and said meaningfully, “Your wife probably doesn’t know that you buried Edward Landor’s helmet with me, right?” Wasn't it just a burial? Frank wouldn't wear it. No one would touch it ever.

Hearing this, Trevon did not feel embarrassed. He curled his lips and put his hands in his pockets as he looked at the woman on the stage who was intoxicated by the song “The stuff from Ninja Landor is suitable for this.” When Frank heard this nickname, he frowned. “You found a good word. If you have time, find one for yourself.” Trevon quickly replied, “Brother-in-law.” Frank smiled and did not answer. In his mind was Ava’s infectious smile. Then, he subconsciously smiled