Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon)

Chapter 430 At the Turner Manor.

Inside the blanket, the person had gained many spots and marks. Due to lying down, the pure white, soft, silky pajarnas revealed faint traces around the collarbone.

The man’s upper body was bare, his head half-leaning against the headboard. The girl rested against his smooth chest. On lus tanned chest was a painting of intersecting lines, thin and thick, forming a complex pattern.

The girl extended her arm in front of the man, looking at her palm and then her nails. Finally, she glanced at the man’s chest with a hint of concern. “Frank, should | trim my nails?” Frank licked the corner of his mouth with his tongue, his lips slightly dry He reached over and took a look at the girl's hand. Her nails were very pretty, pale green in color, with sparkling diamonds embedded along the edges. They were transparent and reflected the light from the bedside lamp Frank gently touched the smooth nail surface and said with a pleased expression, “No need, it doesn’t hurt “Doesn't it hurt? Seems like | scratched it pretty deep” As Ava spoke, she half-bent her body and reached out to touch the scars on Frank's body, saying. This one’s scabbed over a bit.” Frank was a bit thirsty and needed some water. He was also planning to put on his clothes. Ava kept touching has wounds and tattoos, making him feel somewhat uneasy. He changed the subject. ‘Hmm, are you thirsty, Baby Ava Ava replied. “I'd like some juice, orange juice” Frank propped her head gently on the pillow and went to put on his pajamas. Tll get it for you now Anything else you want to eat?” “Nothing else.” “Alright.” Watching Frank's departing figure, Ava smiled Actually, Frank didn’t intend to have sex with her tonight, but she had initiated it.

Ava knew that Frank's time in Sapphire City was limited, so she wanted to fulll whatever he deured, melding herself Downstairs, Frank put on his pajamas and slippers, unexpectedly finding Emma in the kitchen. This made him a bit embarrassed He felt inexplicably guilty. Maybe it was because of what he had done to Ava earlier. Facing her mother like this made him uneasy. However, he still politely greeted her. “Emma” Emuna was in the kitchen making swift grain essence soup Seeing Frank in his pajamas coming over, she responded with smile, “Hungry? Frank stood politely outside the kitchen, not entering “Baby Ava’s a bit thirsty and wants orange juice. | came down be help her” At this moment, Emma was dressed in a jaunine—patterned silk pajama, her hair tied up elegantly at the back of her head She responded gracefully, and no other meaning could be inferred from her words “Bring the swift grain up for her Dent drink too much orange juice at night, as the sourness isn’t good for her stomach If she’s thirsty, have her drunk water And this one is for you” Frank's lips curved slightly as he smiled and replied, “Sure, Emma. “ He had a feeling that Enuma had specially prepared this for them, but he didn’t expose it. He carried the two bowls of swit grain on a tray and brought them upstairs Ava was already signing up Seeing Frank enter with something other than orange juice, she couldn't see it clearly from where she sat get the bed Curious, she asked, “Frank, what's that?” Frank placed the swift grain on the table beside them and walked to the edge of the bed. “En made some wat grays Have some Need a hand? No need. You were quite gende tonight | can get up by myself” Prank fell silent. Did this mean he was too gentle in bed? He felt somewhat maulted by the uniuersonal words of Ava Completely unaware that her words had touched a nerve with Frank, Ava walked barefoot to the Latile and a domes floor with nimble movements. Watching this scene, Frank was convinced that she was right. He had need been too gale unbed tonight r's swift grain esence soup. Why did Mom think of making this? Whenever my threat was well she always and the saying is good for the throat” Given that Emma made the soup late at naght, it inevitably left Ava pasted. Her words confused Franky ale led before simly replying, Serson’s changing, and Fana is worried about you that Chapter 430 Ava didn't delve into the deeper meaning of the response. She just realized it was almost summer, and it was indeed time for a season change.

“Yeah, it’s almost summer. Frank, do you like Sapphire City?” Frank had the swift grain made by Emma, feeling content. While continuing to cat, he responded, “I like it.” Because Ava was in the city.

“I also like Athana and many other people, but I like you the most.” Frank almost choked on his food due to this sudden confession. He cleared his throat and swallowed. “Finish eating and go brush your teeth.” In the evening, Ava was relentless in discussing this topic. With a cute smile on her face, she continued. “Oh, alright. Do you like me?” Frank wasn’t accustomed to constantly expressing his feelings verbally, but knowing the girl wanted to hear, he was willing to say, ‘l like you.” Ava happily smiled like a child and replied, “Hahaha, noted.” Frank shook his head helplessly, reaching over to pinch her cheek. “Hurry up and eat.” “Okay.” After finishing the meal, Frank handed Ava a tissue to wipe her mouth. His phone received a text message from Hackett.

(Enjoying the time with your babe too much and not coming back, huh?] Seeing this message, Frank’s expression turned cold again. He replied, [Are you fucking falling in love with me or something? Can't survive a day without messaging me?] Hackett replied, [That is mainly because | miss you.] Frank texted. [Fuck off. Go bother someone else.] Hackett continued. [Tell me a time. Are you not coming back for my wedding? I'm short of groomsmen, and you're important.] Frank replied. [Remember to pay me.] Hackett texted. [Aren't you showing up for free at Trevon’s wedding? Why do | have to pay you? Do you think | have a lot of money?] Frank replied seriously, [He's family.] Well, this reply left Hackett with no way to respond. No way at all. After all, Trevon and Frank were family. He thought to himself, “Picking on an outsider like me? Just wait until your wedding. I'll make you pay when you get married.” Hackett was secretly plotting in his mind.

The next evening. As Rose had to go to work the next day, she reluctantly ended this wonderful trip. Before departing, she sent a message to Frank. [Dear brother, I'm boarding the plane.] After sending the message, Rose put away her phone and made up her mind. She had enjoyed herself, but starting tomorrow, she would need to focus on work.

Edward seemed accustomed to the fact that Rose fell asleep as soon as she boarded the plane. As usual, he took a blanket and waited. As expected, after gazing at the scenery for a while, Rose fell asleep peacefully. Her head rested on his shoulder.

After two days of travel, their relationship had grown even closer. Edward had transitioned from casually wrapping his arm around her waist to embracing her in his arms.

Rose was always behaving mischievously but now appeared docile, creating a strong contrast.

After this trip jogether, Edward felt that he understood Rose better. He sensed a hidden scar deep within her, a regret regarding her family.

A few hours later. Edward dropped Rose off at the junction near the Roberts residence and switched the car with Tom Tom quickly got out of the car, relocated the luggage, closed the trunk, and then sat in the driver’s seat, waiting for Rose to get in. He wasn’t rushing, showing no signs of impatience. He quietly played the role of a driver, undistracted by everything happening around him.

Inside the car, the couple was bidding farewell. Rose flicked her hair and said, “Well, I'm leaving. Bye. Drive carefully on your way back.” A sense of reluctance welled up in Edward's heart as he replied, “Alright, get some rest.” Rose nodded, smiling, and asked, “Do you want a goodbye kiss?” Before she could finish speaking, Edward held the back of her head and kissed her. What began as a light peck deepened into a more passionate exchange. However, Edward had a sense of propriety and pulled away after a moment. “Go on, call me it Chapter 430 you need anything” With flushed cheeks, Rose found it difficult to get out of the car. The usually slow—paced man could be quite straightforward at times. She placed a hand on her heated cheek and said, “Can | stay for another 5 minutes?” She had to take it slow. Heading back now would be inappropriate if her mother and the others saw her like this. Wouldn't that be blatantly telling everyone she was up to something naughty? Seeing her reaction, Edward naturally understood the reason. She was bold in some ways but shy enough not to get out of the car. He helped shift the topic. “I've already had the photos | took for you developed. I'll pick them up for you tomorrow.” Sure enough. The topic successfully shifted. Rose looked surprised at him. When did you have them developed?” He was truly a considerate guy and pretty quick in action.

Edward glanced at her sideways, saying, “Before we got on the plane. | made an alburn and frames. You can see if you like them when they're ready At that moment, Rose wanted to kiss this warm-hearted guy, but she was afraid she wouldn't be able to get out of the car tonight. She reluctantly suppressed her excitement. After 15 minutes, the crimson hue on her face subsided. Rose got out of the car and waved to Edward inside, saying goodbye.

Then, Rose got into her car. The car gradually drove away.

Edward didn’t start his car. Instead, he changed his ringtone to one of Rose’s favorite songs, “Possibility” Just as Rose said, everything had many possibilities. The possibility of him being in a relationship with her was just one of many.

Saving, sharing, and promising....

Arrived at the Roberts residence, the sound of the suitcase being dragged on the gravel was exceptionally loud, banging and echoing ceaselessly. Tom reached out, wanting to help, but Rose raised her chin slightly, refusing. “No need, I'll manage on my own. Please pick me up earlier tomorrow.” Earlier? Then he had to thank Edward for sparing him from the daily car skills test. It was too challenging.

Tom replied, “Understood, Miss Roberts.” William and Grace had already figured out that their daughter would definitely be coming back tonight. They were all waiting in the living room, discussing plans. Hearing the commotion at the entrance, they knew their daughter had returned. After all, their son wouldn't come back at this time for sure. William got up and walked to the entrance. “Rose’s back. Did you have fun?” As he spoke, he took the suitcase from his daughter's hand, pushed it to the stairwell, and asked again, “Is there anything to put downstairs? If not, Dad will help you carry it upstairs.” Rose took off the bag around her neck and placed it on the sofa. “William, it’s fine. | didn’t buy much this time. I'll carry it up myself later.” Because she had already brought many meaningful souvenirs for everyone during her last trip to Artroyland, since it was the same country this time, she naturally didn’t buy anything repetitive.

Seeing her response, William understood. He picked up the suitcase and carried it to his daughter’s room.

Approaching the sofa, Rose sat down beside her mother. She glanced at the documents on the table. “Grace, working overtime? Grace turned to look at her daughter, who was hugging her arm. She answered in a calm voice, “Yes. How's the time together?” “It's been good. We fed the pigeons together and visited many fun places. Well, how can | put it? Being with Edward is very comfortable. He's also attentive. For now, it feels pretty good.” Rose summarized her trip with Edward.

Grace crossed fier legs casually, holding the documents. Her emotions were hard to read from her face. “Well, spending more time together is important. If it doesn’t work out, it’s okay. The most important thing is that he treats you well. There’s no need to rush into marriage.” Rose affectionately leaned on her mother’s shoulder. At the stairwell, William stood there, not wanting to disturb this precious moment that wasn't easily achieved.