Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon)

Chapter 245 Trevon leaned lazily against the bathroom door. He was full of patience. The boy on the side of the bed had long fallen asleep, and there was a sweet smile on his lips.

Children were the most innocent beings in the world. They could feel happiness most directly. He was still smiling even in his sleep now.

After a while. Natalie opened the door and came out of the bathroom. Her hair was still wet. As soon as she looked up, she was shocked to see Trevon standing at the door as if he was out of place.

She did not expect him to be standing at the door Didn't he know that he would scare her to death? She exhaled and asked, “Why are you standing here?” Trevon straightened his back and stood up straight. He looked at her with a smile as he found her to be like a frightened rabbit, which he thought was very cute.

Natalie's gaze swept across his body. He had already changed into his pajamas. It was obvious that he had also taken a shower.

The bandage on his neck had been removed.

Up close, she could smell the fragrance of his shower on his body. She sniffed. Wasn't this the shower gel she had always liked to use” “Did you use a different shower gel He looked at her for a while before tucking the towel from her hand with one hand. He wanted to help her dry her hair.

Seeing this. Natalie stopped him quickly. Her tone came out harsher than she had wanted. “Didn’t you hurt your arm? Why aren't you wearing bandages Don't you want to get a full recovery? Hurry up and put your bandages back” He ignored her attempts to stop fum and continued to dry her hair. He did it very carefully and gently as if she was fragile.

However, his following words ruined this gentle moment.

He said calmly, “My arm isn’t that serious. It has already healed” Natalie realized something and widened her beautiful eyes. “Were you pretending to have hurt your arm2* Trevon paused in his actions and explained without changing his expression, “No, | was really hurt. It's just not serious. | wasn’t lying. The doctor said that to be safe, | had to put on bandages for recovery. However, | am more resilient so it might have healed a little faster” He did not use all his strength when he broke his arm that night, but Chris insisted on putting bandages over it. He agreed since he indeed wanted to make a full recovery In the end, after wearing the bandages for a few days, he realized that he could receive better treatment from Natalie, so he simply kept the bandages on. However, he didn’t want to pretend tonight, nor did he want to wait until they arrived at Evergreen Gardens Natalie had already figured out the meaning behind his words. She asked tentatively. “So, your arm actually recovered a long time ago. It wasn’t broken but was dislocated?” He touched his nose awkwardly. By being dislocated, it could be said to have been broken, but it had been reattached by Chris's skills. In addition, his arm had been bandaged up for a few days and he had not moved it ever since. “It was broken, but the doctor’s medical skills are superb.” Natalie stood in front of him and looked up at him in amusement as he lied. Her face was filled with disbelief.

He tried to change the subject without blushing. “Don’t dwell on that. I'll blow-dry your hair for you” Natalie looked at his right arm, which looked perfectly fine, again, and was speechless. Trevon was really scheming. He had clearly recovered, but he was still pretending to be hurt.

What a scheming bastard. She teased deliberately, “It must have been really hard on you to pretend to be disabled, Mr. Wilson.

You deserve an Oscar.” Trevon smiled and did not care that she had seen through him. He pulled her into the bathroom gently and the two of them appeared in the mirror one after another. He took the hairdryer and glanced at her in the mirror. The tenderness in his eyes was visible to the naked eye.

Behind her, he said shamelessly, “I prefer getting a prize for something else. Natalie, do you know what | mean?” In an instant, her face turned red. She glared at him in the mirror. Coincidentally, he was also staring at her in the mirror. Their eyes met and sparks flew everywhere, which almost broke the mirror. She looked away quickly and pretended to be calm. “I'll dry my hair myself.” The mirror was always the best tool for one to see things clearly. It could make every spot and pore on one’s face visible to the naked eye.

Not to mention her burning red face now. It was not something that could be concealed by pretending to be calm. Knowing that she was shy, Trevon played along and did not continue the topic. He looked away and turned on the hairdryer seriously. Then, he said in a low and serious voice, ‘| won’t tease you anymore. I'll dry your hair first.” Seeing that he was serious, she put down her hand in mid-air that was originally reaching for the hairdryer and relaxed her clenched fist.

For the next ten minutes or so, he was drying her hair seriously. He ran his fingers through it and helped her dry it layer by layer He was very meticulous and patient.

The warm wind stimulated her scalp, and every cell in her body was cheering happily from the sensation. A numbing feeling extended from her scalp to her toes. Her toes, which were hidden in her cotton slippers, curled slightly. Every nerve was tense, and her heart was pounding. She had a premonition that something would happen tonight.

Didn't she want that too? She did.

She seemed a little expectant and a little nervous.

While she was in a daze, her hair had already dried. He put the hairdryer back in place calmly and used his hand to feel the temperature of her hair to check if it had dried completely.

His action was like throwing a pebble in a calm lake, causing yet another wave of dazzling ripples.

Her shyness, awkwardness, and nervousness were all in his eyes. His chest suddenly pressed close to her back, and she could feel his scorching body temperature even through the thin pajamas. Her heart tightened, and she placed her hands on the edge of the sink for support.

Trevon held back his laughter and lowered his body slightly. He also placed his hands on the edge of the sink. However, his hands were placed directly on the back of her hands, and his fingers slid from between her fingers to slowly intertwine with.

them...

She did not dare to look up at herself in the mirror. She was so embarrassed. She did not need to look to know that her face was as burning red.

Trevon looked up and smiled as he leaned closer to her ear. His gaze was fixed on their reflections in the mirror. His hot breath was like the heat of the afternoon sun. It was so hot that it made Natalie uncomfortable.

He continued to coax her with a smile on his face. “Natalie, look up into the mirror. We look like such a great match, don't we?” Natalie's heart was in her throat. The heat in her body surged to every corner of her body, and she refused in a low voice, “No.” He laughed softly in her ear. “Natalic, are you shy?” After pausing for a few seconds, he continued, “It's cute. | like it.” As soon as he finished speaking, his actions forced her to close her eyes and accept the storm.

After a while, her body went limp as she supported herself against the sink, trying to stand firm. Noticing the change in her, he picked her up by the waist from behind and strode towards the bed.

She knew what was going to happen next even without thinking. She was already an adult and can understand what was going on instantly.

It was unknown if it was because the weather was bad or if it was to cater to the night, but bean-sized raindrops began to fall outside the window.

The storm came very quickly. The tree branches outside the window swayed in the wind. The rain hit the ground, which had not been watered for a long time.

The grass seemed to have been reenergized and came to life immediately. They raised their heads and accepted the rain happily.

Natalie lost herself in the sea of pleasure. Her mind was blank. She closed her eyes and raised her head too to accept the waves of ecstasy.

An hour later, she was carried into the bathroom to take a shower together with Trevon. There were tears in the corners of her eyes, and there was tenderness in her eyes. The blush on her face had not faded completely. She looked delicate, beautiful, and charming.

If he looked at her for another second, he would want to continue what they were doing.

Trevon hugged her without letting go. He rubbed the tip of his nose against hers. TlI help you wash up, okay?” Hall The danger alarm in Natalie’s mind sounded. In no way was she going to let that happen. She jumped off the bed quickly and was no longer as tired as before. Her eyes looked determined as she rejected, “No.” Trevon smiled as he watched her run away like a rabbit. He could not help but laugh. “Looks like | didn’t work hard enough.

When you're done with your shower, | think | need to go for round two. Otherwise, it would be too embarrassing for me.” After saying that, he got off the bed and followed her into the bathroom to help her take a shower.

Natalie looked as if she was facing a great enemy. She raised her chin and gestured for him to get out. Seeing that he did not move, she pushed him directly. “Trevon, be nicer and get out quickly.” “Alright. | can’t go too far. Enjoy your shower then. If you can’t stand properly, let me know.” Natalie thought to herself. “Am | that weak?” With that, he walked out of the bathroom and locked the door. He stood at the bathroom door and glanced at the messy room with a smile. It seemed that he had underestimated her stamina.

The entire room was filled with a pleasant smell. He got up and opened the window a little. Then, he tucked his son in better and tidied up the unbearably messy room.

After tidying up, he looked at the clean environment again. A certain part of his chest was very satisfied and warm.

She was still his. How nice.

He looked up at the boy on the bed in a daze. Who exactly did he inherit this quality of sleep from? It was impossible to wake him.

At this moment, he finally understood why so many people were blinded by lust. It turned out that making love to the person he loved could make him so happy that no words could describe such a feeling. He couldn't believe what he had missed out in the past two years.

Half an hour later. Natalie emerged from the bathroom. She had already changed into a new set of pajamas and glanced at the room that Trevon had already tidied up.

He walked over and picked her up by the waist, startling her. “What are you doing?” “I'm afraid you're tired. Are you hurt?” Natalie thought to herself, “What the hell? Does he have to discuss it after we are done? That's sick.” She blushed and said, “No, I'm going to bed. Aren't you going to shower?” Without exposing her for her shyness, he went on asking. “Are you really not hurt?” She explained awkwardly again, “No, | really am not” After a few seconds of silence, Trevon said, squatting in front of her. There was a hint of anticipation in his eyes as he begged, “Natalie, can | have more tonight?” Natalie was rendered speechless.

She refused without hesitation. She wasn’t going to spoil him. “No, Im going to bed. Go take a shower.” He stood up with a laugh and patted the top of her head. He kissed her quickly on the lips and strode towards the bathroom.

Natalie covered her burning face with both hands and patted them, trying to cool down. Her legs were a little sore. This was too tiring.

It was good for training her waist though.

Perhaps because she was too tired and had not exercised for a long time, she fell asleep very quickly. When Trevon came out of the bathroom, she had already fast asleep.

Looking at the two figures on the bed, he had never felt so satisfied and blissful.

Perhaps this was what it was like to have a wife and child. It was indeed not bad.

After a few seconds of silence, he lifted a corner of the blanket and lay down gently. His hands found her waist and hugged her tightly. Feeling him beside her, Natalie snuggled against his chest subconsciously and found a comfortable position. She curled up in his arms and slept on “Good night, my love.” “Even if we don’t remarry, you're still my only wife in this life,” Trevon thought to himself as he rested his chin on her head.