Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon)

Chapter 522 After Joseph entered the elevator carrying Christina, Benjamin finally looked up and exclaimed, “Oh my, Mr. Turner is quite daring. He got the sister-in-law drunk and took her down directly.” Ethan stepped into the room and began to retrieve his suitcase. “Keep it down. It’s snowing outside,” he kindly reminded Benjamin.

Benjamin hushed as expected and proceeded to get the luggage. “The sister-in-law has quite a lot of things. She has so many boxes alone.” Ethan thought there would be even more in the upcoming days.

Joseph brought Christina to his suite. He stood in the master bedroom and asked for Christina's preference. “Which room would you like to sleep in?” Christina raised her head and looked around, wrapped in the blanket like a silkworm baby. “Sleep separately?” “Ms. Yamin, you're overthinking. Remember what | said? The master bedroom. The bed in the master bedroom is big. Don’t you like a larger bed?” He was indeed speaking sincerely but behaving like a hooligan. There was a discrepancy between his words and actions.

Without hesitation, he placed Christina on the bed in the master bedroom, which was the bed he had been using. “The bedsheets were changed last night. Do you want to change them?” Christina questioned why he sought her opinion, considering their prior intimacy, and why she placed significance on something as small as a blanket.

She glared at Joseph, conveying that his question was unnecessary. She promptly tossed the blanket brought over onto the floor and slipped into his blanket. The duvet cover was gray and rather dull.

Joseph didn’t get angry. Instead, he smiled, finding it endearing. The door was knocked, most likely Ethan bringing the suitcase.

Joseph turned to open the door, closing the master bedroom door. Ethan maneuvered the luggage inside.

He almost covered her eyes. “Mr. Turner, I'll leave first.” “Well, don’t come looking for me tomorrow morning.” “Yes, Mr. Turner,” he replied. Internally, he pondered that this instruction was unnecessary, given that he could deduce it from the current situation.

Benjamin didn’t even have a chance to get close to the door. Ethan blocked his way and stood behind. He grabbed the luggage in Benjamin's hand and pushed it into the room.

Joseph pushed the three pieces of luggage back into the master bedroom and set them aside. He asked the woman staring at him, “Do you need me to help you shower?” Christina was wrapped in Joseph's blanket. He shrugged his shoulders, indicating that there was no need.

Although she wasn’t pretentious, she still needed to wear some clothes. She couldn't go in and out without them or remain naked in the room. “Mr. Turner, could you assist me in finding a set of pajamas?” “Okay, which box?” As soon as he said that, Joseph felt there was no need to go through so much trouble. He still had to take it off later. Just as he squatted down, he stood up again.

Without uttering a word, he stood beside Christina, raised the blanket, and scooped her up. Christina was momentarily taken aback, not expecting this. The next moment, Joseph's words caused her ears to turn crimson. “There’s no need to go through so much trouble. It'll save you trouble later.” It would be a lie to say that she was not embarrassed. At this moment, Christina was naked. This guy probably had some particular fetish “Have you always been so domineering?” Joseph carried her quickly and walked into the bathroom with a smile. “I'll be more domineering in this matter. Ms. Yamin, please forgive me.” Christina had to think twice about the meaning behind Joseph's words.

Joseph stood at the door and asked the woman hiding in his arms, “Do you like to take a bath or a shower?” The two of them took a shower together. Christina had yet quite to get used to it. “Let's make it quick,” she thought, wanting to expedite things.

In the end, Christina seemed to be overthinking. It could not be fast at all. Just as Joseph had said, the time in the future would only be long and not short.

When he came out again, it was already two hours later. At first, he was seriously helping Christina take a bath. However, in the end, he changed the direction of the shower, and time passed.

She was gently placed under the blanket and no longer needed to wear pajamas. Joseph liked Christina’s back. Soon, the man lifted the blanket and lay down. He hugged her from behind and kissed her back.

Christina turned around from his arms as if he was dreaming. He reached out and pinched Joseph's chin. “Mr. Turner, you seem to be addicted.” She smiled charmingly.

Joseph lowered his gaze and looked at the redness on the woman's face that had yet to dissipate. It was very seductive. He also smiled and retracted his grip on her waist. “Then do you want me to be addicted or not?” Christina’s hands were not very obedient. From her chin to the abdominal muscles on his chest, her sharp red nails followed the lines on his chest down, making Joseph's heart itch. He was not in a hurry to rush her, even if he could not hear her answer.

His gaze followed Christina's fingertips, and finally looked away at Christina's neck and the love mark on her chest. Her hand stopped at the edge of her pants, and her lips curled into a smile. “It seems alright to be the antidote, but Mr. Turner needs to be controlled. The antidote is very precious.” “Okay, I'll try my best.” Joseph suddenly called her, “Christina.” Christina looked up at the handsome man with confusion in her eyes.

With a faint smile and a sense of accomplishment, he said, “I need to wear a high collar tomorrow.” Christina subconsciously touched her neck and lowered her gaze to look at her chest. It was red and irregular.

She feared her nails were too long and did not dare scratch him. She could only grab the blanket. Damn it, he did not show any mercy.

She patted his arm angrily and glared at him. Joseph smiled and helped her tidy her hair that had fallen to her chest. “Go to sleep. I'll be careful next time. It's quite late.” Joseph was not the only one who was addicted. Christina also liked Joseph's gentleness. She hid in his arms as if she had found the safest place.

Joseph was content. He appreciated Christina's lack of affectation, natural demeanor, maturity, and way of thinking.

At noon the following day.

On the Roberts family’s side, Ava slept until 10:30 a.m. before rousing Frank from bed. She didn’t expect Frank to be even better at sleeping than she was..

He said he would stay with Ava while she slept. However, when Ava woke up, Frank was still fast asleep, deeply lost in slumber.

Rose had been calling from downstairs for quite some time.

Eventually, Frank said, “Don’t pregnant women need their rest?” Ava couldn't respond to Frank, so she had to wake him up. Helpless, she called out to him, and he had no choice but to throw off the blanket and get up swiftly.

Ava found the toothpaste and toothbrush ready as she walked to the bathroom. Frank had already washed his face and was waiting with a towel.

Ava habitually picked up her toothbrush and applied toothpaste. She smiled happily, wondering what had transpired between her brother and the lovely sister last night. She asked incoherently with toothpaste in her mouth, “Brother, was there anything that happened yesterday?” Frank understood the gist. “Brush your teeth first. We'll talk later.” “Oh.” Ava turned around and brushed her teeth attentively and swiftly, starting to rinse her mouth instantly.

Toothpaste dripped down her chin. Frank picked up a towel and wiped it for her. He said, “If you're curious, call Big Brother in the afternoon and ask.” With her long eyelashes fluttering like tiny fans, her eyes were filled with confusion. She didn’t react immediately, “Why is it afternoon? Can't | ask later?” Frank held her chin with one hand and gently wiped her face. He was careful, afraid of hurting her. “Why were you sleeping in?” “I was so happy last night that | stayed up late,” she said self-righteously.

Frank acted like an old mother, patting her cheeks and tying her hair. When it came to tying hair, whether it was Edward or Hackett, there was probably no one who could compare to him.

Fishbone hair, ponytails, and braids were all gone.

However, Trevon was secretly learning to braid. They might be able to compare in the future.

After a while, a high ponytail was tied up. “Let's go have lunch.” Ava walked ahead, her heart filled with joy, and her steps naturally light and sprightly. However, she still held onto the handrail, remembering Frank’s reminder.

Rose sat downstairs, eating an orange. When she saw the person descending the stairs, she glanced at her brother disdainfully.

“Could you be any later? I've been waiting for you for an hour.” Frank looked at Edward, sitting beside him, seriously peeling an orange. “Don’t pregnant women need their rest nowadays?” Rose retorted, “Pregnant women need rest and should wake up early. Who's like you? Ava, control my brother's bad habits.” “Ah, it's not what you think. We were chatting last night. My brother got a girlfriend, and | was so excited, so | ended up chatting with Frank. That's why | stayed up late and overslept. It's just like that,” she explained.

All of a sudden, Rose sensed she might be missing some critical information. She was holding onto Edward's arm, fidgeting. She was about to remove her shoes and sit cross-legged on the sofa when Edward halted her. “Keep your legs down. Bear with it.” Rose met Edward's gaze and acquiesced. She was used to taking off her shoes and sitting cross-legged as soon as she got home.

She had forgotten that she was pregnant.

She put her legs down and asked in shock, “Who did you say is pregnant? Ah, no, I'm pregnant. Who did you say has a girlfriend?” Ava sat on the sofa beside him, searching for their parents and Grace. Edward could tell Ava was looking for someone. He said, “Dad, Mom, Uncle, and Auntie are in the courtyard. Mom got someone to build a garden. Dad is overseeing the work.” Recalling it, Grace mentioned a few days ago about building a garden so that there would be things to keep Mom busy when she comes over. She acted swiftly. It's only the first month of the year. Indeed, Grace lived up to expectations.

Frank chose not to sit on the sofa but leaned lazily against the door, observing the four individuals in the courtyard. William was the busiest, directing tasks and occasionally receiving glares from Grace.

The mother-in-law smiled gently from the side, clearly showing her happiness. Lunch was still a bit early. So it might take longer.

Frank turned and headed for the kitchen calling out to his sister, “Do you want some milk?” Rose declined, “No, I'm eating melon. I'm busy.

Since she declined, Frank didn’t insist. He knew there was someone beside him who would take care of her. He poured a glass of pure milk for the little girl and warmed it up.

Walking outside with excitement, the atmosphere was lively and bustling. Rose was exhilarated, as if she had just missed out on more than 20 million dollars, Edward gently reminded her, “Take it easy, don’t get too worked up. Put your legs down.” Due to her excitement, Rose had subconsciously raised her legs.

After Edward's reminder, Rose put her legs down again.

Frank held a glass of milk and offered it to Ava. “Have some milk first. Do you even have a clue about your condition while being pregnant? Do you consider yourself a brooding hen, expecting to lay eggs tomorrow?” Edward was left utterly speechless by this description. It struck him as amusing to liken a pregnant woman to a brooding hen, anticipating laying eggs the next day.