Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon)

When Angie finished talking to her son and was about to continue watching television, Joseph's message came in. She took out her phone to check.

After reading it, Angie was full of smiles. Her smiles were full of schemes.

Angie was one hundred percent satisfied with Joseph and had complete trust in him. After all, someone who could marry her daughter so quickly must be extraordinary.

Even if Chris lowered his head to look at his phone, he could feel a burning gaze on him. He carefully looked up and met his mother's meaningful gaze. There was still a smile on her lips. His premonition was not good. "Mom, if you have something to say, just say it. Don't stare at me like that." Facing Angie's gaze, Chris felt a chill in the depths of his heart, a sense of unease creeping over him. He couldn't shake the feeling that his days were numbered.

Upon hearing this, Angie stopped smiling and stood up straight. She quietly placed her phone into the pocket of her down jacket.

"You're not getting any younger. You need to pay attention to your health. Starting tomorrow, go for a run around the neighborhood. Christina used to emphasize the importance of exercise. She's worried that you might develop sub-health, so she wants you to start running in the neighborhood from tomorrow." Chris refused without even thinking. "I'm very healthy. I just finished my checkup. There's no sub-health." Furthermore, it was winter now, with temperatures below freezing every morning. If he went jogging, he even felt like it could be life-threatening.

Naturally dying was better than freezing to death.

"It's better to be safe than sorry. It's always good to exercise. It's not wrong to listen to Christina. Would Christina harm you? If you feel bored alone, ask Stella or your dad to accompany you." Angie arranged to exclude herself from the selection list.

"Got it. I'm going to the hospital.” With that, Chris quickly walked out as if something was chasing him from behind. He had miscalculated. He should have eaten faster and left immediately.

What was Christina thinking? She asked him to run on such a cold day. Previously, when Christina was not married, she did not ask him to run with her. Now that she was married to Sapphire City, she remotely instructed him to run.

Did Christina become stupid after giving birth? Chris couldn't figure out what his family was up to lately, but he didn't intend to dwell on it. He thought it would be more productive to spend his time studying medical records instead of pondering over these matters.

The next morning at 5 o'clock, the sky still wore a veil of darkness, concealing the sun that was eager to emerge.

The alarm clock by the bedside rang, and an arm extended from the covers, fumbling around without finding the phone for a while. Angie opened one eye, the other tightly shut, as the light was too glaring.

The significant movement of his wife woke up Charlie, who was sleeping beside her. Moving around in the chilly winter could let in a gust of cold air into the blankets, causing one's hairs to stand on end.

Both husband and wife didn't like sleeping with the air conditioning on, so the air conditioner in the room was essentially just decoration.

Charlie frowned and opened his eyes a little. He asked, "Why did you set the alarm?" It was so loud. Besides, Angie didn't need to make breakfast.

Angie adjusted to the light and opened her eyes. She pressed the alarm and took the pajamas from the blanket to put on. This time, Charlie felt even more puzzled. He propped himself up slightly and called out, "Where are you going?" "What time is it?" Charlie propped his elbows on the bed and took a look at the phone on the bedside table. "It's 5:03. Why are you up so early?" Angie, who was putting on slippers, turned to Charlie and said, "Go to sleep. I'll go and help." Charlie couldn't understand what his wife was saying. Still groggy early in the morning, his mind was clouded and hazy. Angie's words added to the confusion. Just as he was about to speak, Angie quickly left the room, leaving behind only silence.

Charlie's mind was in a mess. Charlie couldn't care less and continued to sleep.

In the next room, Chris was still asleep in bed. He had arrived home quite late the previous night, around 11:30 pm. After taking a shower, it was already past midnight. As he lay in bed, he reflected on the surgery he had performed earlier that day. By the time he finally drifted off to sleep, it was almost one in the morning.

Chris didn't have the habit of locking the door when he slept because Angie and the others never entered his room. The reason was simple. In Stella's words, even dogs couldn't be bothered to enter Chris's room.

Other than the bed, clothes, and medical books, there was nothing else in his room.

"Chris, wake up. Hurry up. Don't sleep anymore..." In a daze, Chris felt that someone was calling him. He did not have surgery in the morning and planned to sleep a little longer before going to the hospital. When he heard this, he covered his head with the blanket and felt that it was a little noisy. He only exposed his black hair in the air and said in a muffled voice, "l want to sleep. Don't speak.” Angie stood by Chris's bed in her pajamas. Her hair was a mess. The moment she opened her eyes, she got out of bed and came to her son's room. She did not have any time to tidy herself up and placed her hands on her hips.

She couldn't lift the blanket. She was afraid that her son wasn't wearing pajama bottoms. When Chris was young, he had the habit of sleeping naked. She could only pat her son's head gently. "Chris, hurry up. It's too late." Chris, who was under the blanket, frowned. It was so noisy. He said impatiently, "Hey, stop saying. I'm sleeping.” Angie simply sat down on the edge of the bed and spoke slowly. She did not believe that she couldn't wake up his son. "No.

Have you forgotten about the morning run? Hurry up, or you will have to take over the company and won't need to go to the hospital.” Chris opened his eyes with a swoosh. There were still traces of redness in his eyes. He was extremely tired. He gazed at his mother with a helpless expression, "Mom, it's just morning jogging. Do you have to take it so seriously? What's the big deal if | don't jog today? | can always go for a run tomorrow." Angie nodded seriously. There was no emotion on her face. She slowly tidied her curly hair. "Alright, then I'll tell your dad that he will wait for you to go to work with him today. Go back to sleep. You can probably sleep for another hour. Your dad comes out after seven. Go to sleep. | will go." Knowing his mother's temperament, Chris sat up helplessly. The blanket fell from his chest, and his tanned skin was exposed to the air. He was not wearing pajamas.

At this moment, Chris even wanted to die. He had never wished so much that he was a woman. He pinched his eyebrows. "I'm up now, okay?" He was really annoyed.

Angie saw her son sit up, her lips curled into a smile. She knew he would get up.

Ten minutes later, Chris, who had finished washing up, was about to run in his pajamas when Angie pulled him back as soon as he left the room and asked him to change his clothes.

Chris did not understand her meaning, but he went back to change his clothes. Afraid that it would be too cold, Chris put on a long coat and a scarf.

Seeing that her son was dressed well, Angie watched him leave with satisfaction. Then, she returned to her room to sleep again.

A gust of cold wind swept into the bed, startling Charlie, who had just fallen asleep. Today, it wasn't just Chris going crazy.

Charlie felt like he was going crazy too. He suspected that Angie was intentionally keeping him from getting any sleep. Opening his eyes, he raised his hand, placed the back of it against his forehead, and with closed eyes, he asked, "What on earth are you doing?" Angie had already taken off her pajamas and crawled under the blanket. It was indeed too cold. How could it be so cold? It was warm under the blanket. "If you want to sleep, sleep. If you don't want to, get up and follow Chris for a run." Running? Going outdoors for a run in sub-zero temperatures? Charlie woke up with a start. He nudged Angie, who was about to sleep again. "Why is Chris running in winter? Isn't he cold?" Angie kept her eyes closed. She wanted to quickly drift back into sleep and had no interest in engaging in further conversation.

As she left the room, her hands were already cold. "Who cares about the weather when it comes to exercising? Just go back to sleep,” she mumbled.

Charlie was stunned for a moment. Was Chris stupid? According to the Athana Meteorological Station's report, the outdoor temperature has already dropped below freezing.

A gust of cold wind mercilessly slapped Chris's face. It was as if a blade had slashed across his face. He stood at the entrance of the villa, trembling. He looked pitiful like a homeless child. He could not enter the house and could only stand in the cold wind.

Chris stood at the door and adjusted his clothes. He was not wearing cotton pants, and his legs were so cold that they felt like they were paralyzed. His limbs were numb.

At this moment, the neighborhood was so quiet that only the sound of the cold wind wreaking havoc on the branches could be heard. He thought to himself that no idiot would come for a morning jog in this damn weather like him.

Where was the suitable weather for morning jogging in this kind of weather? He felt like he had grown tired of life, almost as if he wanted to torture himself.

It was even colder to stand still. Chris mentally prepared himself for a few seconds and began to warm up. He rubbed his hands which looked like they had been taken out of the freezer. His breath formed a thin mist in front of his eyes and covered his gloomy face.

"One, two, three, go..." Chris encouraged himself and began to jog around the neighborhood. Only Chris's voice could be heard in the quiet neighborhood.

His voice was very low, and if he raised it, he might risk being reported for disturbing the peace.

He just wanted to quickly complete the task his mom had given him, and then avoid becoming the heir to the company. However, he didn't want to end up reported for disturbing the peace and being apprehended by the police.

As he ran, he breathed rhythmically. He felt that the oxygen in his mouth was cold, and his lips were trembling. He even wondered if his mother wanted to kill him. His feet were moving, and so was his mind. He was thinking about why his mother did this.

"There's actually someone running like me. How strange. I've been here for so many days and I've finally seen a person running in winter." When Chris heard someone talking behind him, he thought that she was talking to him. He slowed down and turned around. The young lady had already quickly brushed past him and he did not see her face.

Looking at the young lady's back, Chris came back to his senses.

It turned out that she wasn't talking to him. She was on the phone with someone. Chris followed behind and continued to run.

The woman in front of him ran very fast. Chris couldn't catch up. He rarely exercised.

How strange. ‘There is actually someone like me running in this damned weather," Chris thought to himself.

The woman wore white Bluetooth earphones and a white down jacket over a black sweater. She paired them with regular blue jeans and black sneakers.

Her short hair was parted to the side, and her bangs covered the end of her exquisite eyebrows.

The woman ran ahead without looking back, her lips still moving as she spoke, engaged in a phone call with someone. The person on the other end said, "I checked the weather forecast, and it's below freezing where you are today. Can't you take a day off?" The woman, without any makeup, smiled with a steady breath, "We agreed to run together. You're running in Sapphire City, and I'm running in Athana. | keep my promises. | can't just stay in bed because the weather is too cold on my side. | still have to go to work." The person on the other end of the call laughed, although her breath sounded a bit unsteady. "If Mr. Turner knows how dedicated you are, you might get a year-end bonus this year." When the woman heard this, her lips curved. "Quinn, then you'll have to help me say more good things." The woman on the other end of the call knew she was joking. "Even if | don't help you with flattering words, Mr. Turner will still reward you." She continued to say, "I have run a few laps. It's almost time. It's quite cold today. If you were sick, | wouldn't be able to take care of you from afar.” The woman said, "After running this round, I'll go home. | will be able to go to work after breakfast.” The person on the other end of the phone laughed. "You're the first to arrive in the entire company. I'll end it first. I'm going to take a shower and dress up beautifully. Who knows, | might meet a handsome man who will flirt with me." The woman said, "l just met one. He looked quite handsome from the back. | didn't see his face. | ran too fast.” The person on the other end of the phone instantly became interested. "Hey, Leia, staying in Athana has changed you. You encounter a handsome guy, and you don't even turn around to take a look?" The woman said, "Am | that frivolous? Besides, he is not a doctor." The person on the other end of the phone said, "I can really see your determination to find a doctor as a boyfriend." After the call ended, the woman did not take off her earphones. Instead, she continued to run in circles. She did not feel cold at all. Instead, she felt quite happy.