Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon)

Chapter 129 Black Monday. For people at work, Monday was black, and weekends were colorful. It was miserable to be woken up by an alarm clock after two days of rest Today, the people at the reception desk on the thirteenth floor did not gather together to complain that they hadn't got enough sleep yet Instead, they all stared in the direction of the doctors office.

When Natalie walked to the office with the helimet in one hand, she looked at everyone in confusion Today, they looked at her strangely “What's wrong? Did something happen?” She walked to the reception desk and asked the nurse.

The nurse looked envious. “Dr. Foster, did you quarrel with your boyfriend? He sent a bouquet of roses to apologize to you early in the morning Your boyfriend is really attentive.” Natalie frowned suspiciously. Roses? Who was her boyfriend: Why didn’t she know that she had a boyfriend? She didn’t explain further. She just smiled and walked into the oflice. There was a bouquet of yellow roses on the table. Each of them was in full bloom. The buds were full and beautiful. They gave off a fresh and elegant feeling, warm and gorgeous. A doctor who came earlier said, “It looks like your boyfriend made a mistake. He's planning to apologize to you.” Natalie didn’t understand what he meant, but there had to be a reason why the roses were yellow. “Does yellow mean anything?” The doctor explained to her. “I knew you wouldn't understand. You only care about medicine all day. Let me tell you. The yellow rose is a gift from the person who made a mistake. It means an apology for love. Usually, when lovers have a conflict and want to ask for forgiveness, they would give a yellow flower. It seems that your boyfriend is quite meticulous and understands a lot about flowers. Nowadays, boys like him are rare. You're so lucky. You should hurry up and forgive him. It's rare for a man to admit his mistake and change.” Natalie smiled. She really didn’t know that these yellow roses meant an apology for love. This would cause more understanding, right? She was really speechless.

She casually grabbed the card and glanced at it. “| was wrong. | broke your heart. I'll compensate you with my life. This is my first day of apology. Please accept it.” Looking at the words on the card, her eyebrows twitched. Did this mean that he planned to give flowers to her every day? How did he learn this trick? She had to thank him for not writing his name Trevon Wilson on it. Even if he didn’t write it, she knew it was from him, but at least the people in the office didn’t know.

She would probably make enemies in the hospital if he wrote that famous name with a glowing halo. How could there be so much empathy in the women’s world? Their outlooks depended on man’s looks.

She placed the flowers on the corner of the table and scratched her head. Since her university life, this was the second person to give her flowers. The first was Edward Landor. Edward had given both her and Sherri roses at that time, but the meaning was congratulations.

She was thinking about how to stop Trevon. Or, she was going to become a public figure. She just wanted to keep a low profile and work as a normal doctor.

At the same time, Hackett brought a bouquet of red roses to the outpatient clinic. In a place like the hospital, a handsome man holding a bouquet of flowers would naturally attract a lot of attention. Hackett was no exception.

It wasn't time for work yet. He held the flowers in his hand and leaned lazily against the door of Sherri’s office as he waited, smiling brightly at the nurses coming over.

This scene attracted praise from all the nurses. They couldn't help taking a few more glances. What a handsome man! When it was time, Sherri arrived, tossing her car keys and walking in high heels. As soon as she approached the clinic room, she caught sight of Hackett. A handsome man with flowers was a special scenery. However, this person was Hackett, who spoiled everything.

When she got closer, Sherri’s expression turned cold. Her tone was not good. “Hey. Mr. Blackwell, what's going on today! Are you here to flirt with my patients?” Hearing Sherri’s voice, Hackett did not get angry. Instead, he smiled and said, “I've been waiting for you, the great Dr. Landor.” He had put in a lot of effort to help Mr. Wilson find out about the enemy.

When it was done, he must find Trevon for reimbursement. What a challenging task he gave! Sherri did not take the flowers from him. She opened the door of the room. Hackett was afraid that she would close the door, so he stuck his foot in the crack of the door and squeezed her way in.

The flowers were almost squeezed out. He had spent a lot of money to pay for them and had yet to find Mr. Wilson to reimburse him.

Sherri calmly turned on the air conditioner and changed into a white coat. Then, she turned on her computer. During this period, she did not look at Hackett for not even a second, who was squarely sitting opposhe. When the finished some work she looked up and said. “Tell me, what problems do you have? Considering that we know each other, | allow you to cut in line.” Hackett was speechless.

He put on his usual cheeky expression and said, “What are you thinking about? | just wanted to see you before | go to work. Why don't you appreciate it? Here is the gynecology department, not a place for me. If | feel unwell, I'll go to Natalie's department.

Sherri agreed and smiled. “Yes, | agree with that. Natalie's technology seems to have deteriorated recently. It hasn't even cured your brain.” Hackett had reason to suspect that this woman was calling him psycho.

He handed the flowers to her and said with a smile, “Would you like to have lunch together?” Sherri took the banquet over and sniffed them like a little girl. She liked it very much, but in the next second, she turned hostile.

“Tell me why you're looking for me. Don't tell me you're pregnant.” Hackett felt humiliated. If he had not come with a mission, he would not have tolerated her to this extent.

Sherri wondered if Hackett wanted to pursue her, but after watching so many television s, she did not think Hackett was into her too much. It was just a whim of a rich man. After all, she was good-looking and gorgeous. Sherri still had this bit of confidence.

Hackett held back from swearing. “That's too much. You know that I'm a man. You have experienced it.” Sherri’s cars turned red when she heard that. It was so early in the morning, yet he was talking about such an untimely topic.

His sharp eyes caught a glimpse of Sherri’s slightly blushed ears. “Miss Landor, are you shy? | didn’t expect this. Don’t tell me you've already fallen for me and are too embarrassed to confess. It's fine. I'm here today. If you want to speak your love, come on. | can take it.” After saying that, he had a proud expression as he was speaking. “Just say | love you. I'm waiting.” Sherri’s head got dizzying. For a moment, she was speechless. It was fine to talk to Natalie about such explicit things. But at least the person sitting before was a man who had slept with her. It was awkward to talk about these topics.

However, she also felt uncomfortable. When she thought about how this scumbag had caused her to suffer for ten months, she wanted to beat him up to death, which was what she did. She picked up the rose in her hand because the flowers were fresh, and the thorns on the tree trunk were hard. When she glanced at the conspicuous green thorn, her mood turned better.

She smiled meaningfully. The next second, she raised the bouquet and threw it at Hackett, who was still sitting. “I must be blind if I liked you. How narcissistic you are! If | like you, that will be the worst disaster that ever happened in the world.” After a while, the noise of quarrels could be heard in the room. There were also curses. “Sherri, are you fucking crazy?” After fighting for a while, there were only a few flowers left in Sherri's hands. The remaining branches were broken and there were bloodstains on the thorns.

Sherri felt much better.

Sherri said angrily, I'm crazy. So what?” Hackett touched his painful face. There was a little blood on his hand. He was disfigured. His remaining upbringing told him not to hit women.

His anger surged as he glared at her. “Sherri, just wait. It's not over. If | don't take revenge, I'm not Hackett Blackwell will kill myself. Sooner or later, you'll get infatuated with me. When that time comes, don’t beg me to like you.” Sherri threw the left flowers at his back. “Dream on. | won't like you for the rest of my life. That's impossible! She clapped her hands in a good mood and went to the sink to squeeze some hand sanitizer to w shed, she humined a tune.

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