Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon)

At that moment.

Leia bought three big bags from the supermarket, including a bag of ingredients, a bag of snacks and quick-frozen food, and one bag of fruits and drinks.

As soon as she opened the trunk, someone came from behind, followed by a male voice. "Miss March, let me do it." Leia turned around and thanked him. "Thank you." Joseph was very meticulous. After sending Leia to Athana, he had to be responsible for her safety. He also had to reassure her parents in Sapphire City, so he arranged a bodyguard.

The bodyguard followed the rules and said respectfully, "Miss March, I'll carry it for you to the living room, and I'll come out.” Leia nodded. "Alright, sorry to trouble you." She could have carried it herself, but it would take a little effort. She could hang a bag on her bent arm and hold a bag in each hand.

The door of the villa opened, and Leia’s hands were empty. The bags were all carried by the bodyguard. She opened the door and let the bodyguard enter first. The door was open, and the bodyguard left after he put down the things. He did not even stay in the living room for a minute.

When the bodyguard left, Leia thanked him again and closed the door.

She put away the things she had bought and took everything for the kitchen. She bought a lot of ingredients and would cook herself when she had time.

By the time everything was settled, it was already 40 minutes later. It was still early for lunch. She went upstairs in her slippers and began sitting on the carpet to watch today's news. She turned on a light music.

At 1 p.m., Stella slept left and right on her bed. She only opened her eyes when she could not sleep anymore. She turned on her phone and scrolled through Twitter for a while. She only got up when there was nothing left to gossip about.

She stretched lazily. "It's comfortable. | like this kind of weekend when | wake up naturally.” She sent a message to Ava. [Darling, did you take a nap? Can | come and look for you now?] The reply came very quickly. Since Stella said she was going to the Roberts family, Ava did not sleep. [No, you can come over.] Both of them sent voice messages.

[Okay, I'm getting up.] "It's a good day. A good day..." The voice drifted out of the bathroom. After a while, there was the sound of brushing teeth. The lyrics were unclear.

It was a beautiful day.

After washing up and putting on makeup, Stella stood before the wardrobe and felt troubled. It was not a good thing to have too many clothes.

‘What should | wear? The temperature has risen by two degrees compared to yesterday. However, it is still quite cold. It is better to wear a down jacket," Stella thought.

After struggling with the clothes, she started struggling with the colors. "What color should | choose? Purple, green, or white..." Stella stood in front of the closet. She looked at it for a while, put her hands on her hips, and finally chose a short milky-yellow down jacket, white wide-legged pants, and a white wool hat. After packing up, she carried her gray bag and went out.

Angie, who was watching s in the living room, saw her daughter was dressed so well and thought she was playing with her friends. "Go shopping? You already have enough clothes." Stella habitually took the omelet from the maid's hand. This was her habit. On weekends, she slept until the afternoon. "I'll go to the Roberts family." She took a bite of omelet and continued, "Mom, don't watch s when you have nothing to do. Drive out and chat with those madams.” Angie glanced at her. "To hear them ask if my son and daughter are dating? | don't plan to be interviewed." Stella was defeated. "Alright, it's my fault." Seeing that her daughter had admitted her mistake, Angie did not harp on it. The focus now was on her son. She would take them down one by one. "Are you going to Ava's place to play?" "Well, | was on a business trip with Ms. March a few days ago. | bought a small gift for the two children. I'll send it over now." With that, Stella walked out. Halfway there, she was stopped by Angie. "Why didn't you play with Ms. March?" Stella took another bite of the omelet. Without swallowing it, she opened her mouth and tugged at the chain on the bag in front of her chest with one hand. Then, she waved her hand and said, "Then you're overthinking. Ms. March only has a colleague relationship with others in the company. She has never been especially close to anyone. Perhaps it's easier to manage. It's hard to manage if she's too close to her subordinates. Some time ago, our HR did a fake attendance for a subordinate who was relatively close to her. Then she was fined a month's bonus by Ms. March." As a leader, it was not easy to manage a company well. If you got too close to a person, that person would be targeted. It would be fine if the colleague close to you kept stagnating, but other people would gossip non-stop if that person suddenly got promoted. Even if they relied on their ability to get where they were, it might not be the case in other people's eyes.

Stella was a little afraid of Leia because she was always serious. Leia was afraid of being scolded. After thinking for a while, she said, "She's been in the company for so long. Everyone in the company doesn't know where she lives. And never lets us know.

Think about it. What will happen if | ask her to play? Mom, if you want me to return to the front desk to work, I'll make an appointment tomorrow. | might even go back." Angie coughed guiltily. "I see. Perhaps this person is slow to warm up and is more professional. That's good. Once she's with a boy, she'll do her job and won't play tricks. How good that is!" After hearing her mother's words, Stella had already put on her shoes. "Mom, no matter who Ms. March's boyfriend is, don't worry. It definitely won't be your son. Christina said that Ms. March likes to let nature take its course. She doesn't like blind dates or pimps. What's the word? Wait for me to think about it..." Stella raised her head and desperately searched for words in her mind.

Angie interrupted her and urged her. Her good mood began to fade with her daughter's words. "Don't think about it anymore.

Hurry up and leave. It's about time. There won't be any good words in your mind." The next second, Stella said, "Oh, it's up to fate.” "Up to fate? Do you think it's a fairytale? Go do whatever you need to do." None of her words made Angie happy.

Stella thought, ‘But, what's the connection between the two?" "I'm leaving. I'll be back for dinner. Remember to leave some for me." It didn't seem appropriate to freeload because of a gift. It was better to go home and eat. The main reason was that she was worried William would urge her to marry someone.

The door slammed, and Angie smiled. Then, she turned on the television and ate the apple. She bit down hard on them. Just from the sound, she felt that they were yummy.

An hour later, Stella arrived at the Roberts' Villa in her white BMW.

Perhaps the person from inside heard the voice outside. Ava, who was wearing a light blue down jacket, ran out. There was a beautiful smile on her lips. "I thought you weren't coming." The door of the back seat opened. Stella took out the gift she had bought and handed it to Ava. Then, she held Ava's hand and went in. "When did | go back on my word? | said I'll come in the afternoon. These are two singing dolls. They might be able to free your hands for a while." Ava picked up the toys in her hand and looked at them. It was cute. One was a penguin, and the other was a little white rabbit.

"Thank you." "Hi..." As soon as she stepped into the living room, she realized there was not just Frank. Rose was also there.

"What a coincidence, Rose, you're going home today too." Rose was wondering why Ava suddenly stood up and went out. It turned out that Stella was here. She was sitting on the sofa with a big belly and holding her nephew's toy. "Damn, you didn't even inform me when you came to my house." Frank squatted in front of the sofa and played with the two children. The two babies were sitting on the couch and babbling in words only they understood.

Seeing Stella enter, he glanced at her. "You slept so long." Stella retorted, "Don't be jealous of me because you can't sleep well." Then, she said to Rose, "Hmph, I'm afraid to disturb you because | know you might be waiting for labor in the Landor family. If | call you out, Edward can destroy me, which makes me tremble." Frank smiled faintly.

Stella sat beside the two little guys and was about to carry one when she raised her head and chin to ask Ava, "Which one can | carry?" "Both will do. Now, Cyril can be carried. Try it." Frank was still squatting in front of the sofa and did not move. He played with his daughter and handed the toy to her. The little girl caught it and giggled at Frank, perhaps because she felt she had done well. She revealed a tooth, which was very cute.

The smile on Frank's face deepened when he saw this scene. Stella was stunned. This was the first time she had seen Frank smile like this. She teased, "Sure enough, people say that daughters are apples of their dads" eye." Stella asked, "Where's your son?" This question was directed at Rose.

Rose touched her belly and said, "He's at the Landor family. My mother-in-law is looking after him." Stella nodded and glanced at Rose's belly.

The child had been sitting for a long time. Frank placed his hands under the child's armpits and gently picked her up. Nona put her hands on Frank's neck and smiled cutely. "Dad... Dad." Hearing this, Frank chuckled and kissed Nona's face.

Rose and Stella both sighed. "Are you trying to trick us into having a daughter?” There might be communication between children. The child in Rose's belly kept agreeing. It waved its little hands happily. Stella seemed to have discovered a new world. She carried Cyril and stood up. "Don't tell me you're having another boy. This fetal movement is quite strong.” Rose said, "Don't be annoyed. | want to give birth to a daughter. | deliberately didn't let Sherri tell me the answer. | plan to treat it as a mystery box." Ava was speechless.

Ava took her son from Stella's hands and held him in her arms. Cyril was still holding the toy in his hand. He stuffed it into his mouth and nibbled like gnawing on a meat bone. He enjoyed it so much that his saliva stuck to his mouth, and his two teeth clattered against the toy.

Stella reached out to touch Rose's belly. Her hand moved along with the rise and fall of her belly. "I think the baby knows I'm touching your belly. It's quite fun.” Suddenly, Frank, who was carrying his daughter, said, "If it's fun, have one yourself." Stella stood up and snatched Frank's daughter from his hands. She glared at Frank and said, "I'l carry her for a while. Just because it's fun doesn't mean | need to have one. It's not that fun to give birth by myself. It seems quite tiring." She definitely couldn't sleep well.

Seeing that Ava was carrying her son, Frank walked over and took his son from her. He asked Ava to sit down on the sofa. "Is your brother still alive?" Rose and Ava were speechless. They thought, 'Even if he becomes a grandfather, his words will still be mean."