Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon)

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Rose pushed open the door of the Porsche, and the driver's side window rolled down. The man wore jet-black sunglasses and a white tee with a round neckline.

As for the jacket, after receiving a playful pat from a schoolgirl, Frank had tossed it right into the trash.

“Trevon, what a catch, awe-inspiring.” Rose exclaimed with genuine admiration.

“You're looking sharp today. Trevon replied with a complimentary tone.

Sherri hooked her arm through Rose's and sized her up momentarily. “Well, you've been hiding your charm. When you dress up, you're stunning. Maybe | should introduce you to Edward. He'd be smitten.” “No doubt, Sherri. | might be a bombshell, but | usually keep it low-key. | can't risk overwhelming all the suitors if | go all out. And if Edward isn’t my type, you can ease up on the matchmaking Rose considered that Edward favored Natalie. She wasn't interested in that kind of makeshift love. Who knows, there could be a spot for her someday.

“Ah well, guess we lost a stunning sister-in-law in a snap,” Sherri sighed, a tinge of regret in her voice.

Hackett shot Rose a condescending look, feigning a measuring gesture. “Your face is bigger than a dinner plate, and that makeup.... quite the layer” He even gestured to the thickness with his hands. Rose was in a good mood, unfazed. She playfully brushed her locks along her collarbone and quipped, “A lady doesn’t engage with nonsense. You're just jealous of my beauty. | get it. Catch you later, and keep that mouth shut.” Trevon urged Hackett and Sherri, “Getting in or not? If not, feel free to walk. Just a friendly heads-up, it's about 18.6 miles. If you're up for a workout, here’s your shot.” Upon hearing that, the two couples hopped into the car, settling into the back seats. With wheels at hand, who'd choose to hoof it? No-brainer.

Once they were settled in. Trevon gestured toward the driver's seat of the Porsche with a nod of his head. “Should we turn around or keep going ahead?” “Follow your car,” he stated before ruthlessly shutting the car window, making it clear he had no intention of continuing the conversation with Trevor Rose grasped the situation instantly, swiftly reopening the passenger seat and slipping back in. She moistened her lips, inhaling and exhaling deeply. “When | got out of the car, couldn't you have let me know you were planning to enter the manor? Was it essential for me to get out?” Frank steered with one hand, his elbow propped on the window, his tone casual. | can't help you with the IQ department. Maybe you should ask Natalie if she will undergo a lobotomy.” Rose clenched her teeth, holding back from biting him before stepping out of the car. If she held back her bite, she’d have to believe in the Roberts family curse.

The car arrived at the yard in no time. Frank parked the car, and as soon as it came to a halt, Rose grabbed his arm, biting down hard before finally releasing it, a sense of relief washing over her.

With a confident sway in her step and a contented air, Frank’s arm was left with lipstick marks. She then retrieved her lipstick from her bag and touched up her lips.

How would you explain this later? Imph. | would have given you a piece of my mind, teaching you not to sass me.

She exited the car and headed toward the makeshift awning where Ava and Joseph stood. “Hey there, Ava.” Ava turned her head and was awed by Rose's impressive appearance. “Rose, you've transformed into a whole different level of gorgeous You're drop-dead stunning.” Rose shrugged with a slight smile “Well, Mr. Turner is quite the charmer.” Joseph responded with courtesy, “Welcome,” After exchanging polite greetings, Joseph excused himself and went about his business without intending to join the girls’ conversation Frank remained in the car, using a tissue to wipe his arm. While the lipstick marks were removed, the teeth marks remained. He hadn't brought long sleeves with him either.

He wondered if his abrupt appearance might have startled the young girl.

Having stepped out of the car, Hackett scanned the surroundings for Frank but couldn’t spot him. He headed over to Rose and asked, “Where's Frank? Did he take off?” Ava tensed at Hackett's question, squeezing Rose’s hand tightly, holding her breath as her heart raced.

Rose caught the subtle shift in Ava’s demeanor. Her arm wasn’t numb, so that she could feel the tight grip. She gave Ava’s hands a comforting pat and reassured her. “No need to be nervous. Show your confidence. He's the wrong one. Why should you be anxious?" Unfortunately. Ava’s inner strength didn’t match Rose’s assumptions. Even before Frank emerged, Ava tugged her along, heading into the villa with Sherri to find Natalie.

Trevon strode over to Frank's driver seat, opening the car door with a friendly gesture. He rested a hand on the roof and casually leaned against the car's roof “Paralyzed, huh? Or just not brave enough to step out? Ava heard you were here and hurried into the room” Frank's action of wiping his arm momentarily paused, then he tossed the used tissue onto Trevon before it landed on the ground | can't pull off your wall-climbing stunts. Not exactly my forte.” Caught red-handed with his little scheme, Trevon seemed fine. He was a married man now, even planning for a second kid.

Frank had yet to catch up to that league entirely. “Ive got a marriage license. Catch up to Ava before you start dishing out advice” Frank chuckled, shooting a glance at his smug friend. “If you hadn't held me back, | could've moved faster. Don’t expect me to address you as “brother-in-law” if you keep playing these little games.” Frank had an astute understanding of Trevon. He was always brimming with schemes. Lending a hand was one thing, but hindering him wasn’t necessary. There was no point hoping for more.

Trevon felt a pang of guilt. He had indeed put a little hindrance in his path and convinced Ava to hold back. He gave his nose a little rub and patted Frank's shoulder. “Hang in there. Calling me ‘brother-in-law’ is a fresh twist, a good idea. How about giving it a test run?” “Get lost.” The banter had crossed a line. Thankfully, he didn’t have a daughter or would be in for a show. At least, that was what Frank thought.

Once Joseph had the canopy set up, he spotted Frank standing tall. He didn’t show any rudeness to the unexpected guest. After all, he had gained an appreciation for their conversation the other night, recognizing Frank as a man of sharp precision and practicality.

“Mr. Roberts, you've taken the time to drop by my modest dwelling as well,” Joseph exchanged pleasantries Frank gave a wry smile, tugging lightly at his collar. His gaze swept over the manor’s surroundings-a secluded paradise nestled against the mountains and water, crisp and clean air filled with birdsong and floral scents. It was somewhat akin to his home, though this villa leaned more toward a princess-style ambiance, “Mr. Turner, you jest. If you consider this place a modest dwelling, then | suppose my place would be a shantytown,” Frank retorted.

Hackett couldn't help but cast a glance around. If this was a modest dwelling, what on earth would his place be classified as? A hut in the hills or a primordial tribe? After several polite exchanges with Joseph, Frank grabbed Hackett and headed toward the parking spot, popping open the trunk.

The moment the trunk opened. Hackett was dumbfounded. He shoved the cunning Frank aside, cursing. “Damn it, did you need to buy so much stuff? Couldn't you have given me a heads-up? I've come empty-handed, and you've got the whole damn trunk full. We're sharing a hotel room, and you're here to seal the deal.” Frank kicked him, “Get a move on, unless you want to come away empty-handed, keep your mouth shut.” Hackett begrudgingly unloaded the items from the trunk, individually setting them down on the ground. He muttered, “What in the world did you buy? Each of these boxes seems to be custom-made. I'm afraid to handle them too roughly.” Frank replied, “Jewelry, watches, coffee, wine...” Hackett thought, “You buy what you can afford. Money talks, and he’s showing off with all those bags while I'm here with two empty hands,” Frank led the way with arms full of bags, and Hackett trailed behind, still complaining. They almost collided with Emma as she emerged. She was dressed in a modern gown adorned with champagne-colored leaf patterns.

The woven fabric showcased detailed leaves on the dress, stitched with champagne-hued threads. Her hair was elegantly pinned with a stylish hairpin, radiating elegance and refined femininity.

She looked like a timeless beauty sprung from a classic painting. Hackett couldn't help but catch his breath. It wasn’t a surprise that Ava possessed such striking beauty.

Emma cradled Jasper in her arms. Jasper nodded toward Hackett and Frank, a gesture of greeting that left them wondering where hed picked it up from.

It was genuinely amusing.

Frank paused in stride and politely said, “Good day, Emma. I'm Frank, and this is my first visit to the manor. | wasn't quite certain of your tastes, so | brought a little something as a gesture.” His tone carried manners, politeness, and an innate understanding of social niceties, leaving no room for critique.