Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart

Chapter 92
Natalia hung up Scarlett's call and glanced over the brochure for the sanatorium.
Just as Scarlett had said, the place had a great environment and top-notch care.
The only headache was the medical bills.
She never wanted to sell the villa, but now, It seemed like the only way out.
As Natalia tucked the brochure away, her phone buzzed with a call from
Hamilton.
“The contract's solid. Ms. Jenkins, pack your bags; we're heading to Boria City.
I'll meet you downstairs,” he said.
Natalia froze. “Mr. Fowler, isn't it usually your executive secretary who travels
with you?”
Hamilton chuckled softly. “What's wrong with wanting your company?”
Stumped, Natalia struggled for words.
Finally, she said, “I have a lot on my plate right now, Mr. Fowler.”
“It's your case, and you know it best. This is part of your job.”
Frowning deeply, Natalia protested, “But I haven't even packed.”
His patience waning, Hamilton retorted, “Buy what you need in Boria City. I'm
waiting downstairs. Hurry.”
With the call ending abruptly, Natalia felt a wave of frustration but resigned
herself to the demands of work and packed quickly.
Before leaving, she notified Tess. “I'm off on a trip with Mr. Fowler. If you guys
want to go ahead with the department dinner, don’t wait for me. I'll reimburse you
later.”
Tess shook her head. “No rush, we'll wait for you, Boss.”
Natalia managed a smile, “That's fine, too.”
Downstairs, Hamilton leaned back lazily in his Rolls-Royce, a cigarette between
his fingers, the very picture of casual elegance.
Spotting Natalia, he raised an eyebrow, his gaze noting her pallor.
“What's wrong? Feeling unwell?” he asked, concern creasing his brows.
Natalia shook her head. “I'm fine.”
Undeterred, Hamilton stepped out and checked her forehead for fever, then
gently pressed her stomach. “No fever. Stomachache?”
His attentiveness was a paradox to Natalia, simultaneously pushing her away
and pulling her in. Even knowing his tenderness was a trap, she sometimes
swallowed it willingly.
“I'm fine,” she insisted, dodging his hand and getting into the car.
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“In the future, Mr. Fowler, please avoid such intimate gestures at work. It's not
proper.”
Hamilton's eyes narrowed before he scoffed. “Seems you really don’t want to get
too close.”
Natalia stayed silent, confirming his point.
Indeed, she did not want to get too close to him. Not anymore.
“Besides, wasn't it you who said we're just in a transaction?” she said.
His cold laugh followed. “You choose now to listen.”
The rest of the ride was silent, with Hamilton's mood visibly soured.
The flight was at four o'clock. By the time they reached their hotel in Boria City, it
was past
seven.
As soon as Natalia stepped through the door, Hamilton's grip tightened on her
wrist, pinning her against it.
“Hamilton, what are you doing?”
He didn’t wait for her to react, capturing her lips with intense possessiveness, his
scent enveloping her.
this
When she tasted blood in her mouth, Hamilton finally released her, his touch
softening as he caressed her lips, then trailing down.
“Ms. Jenkins.”
Natalia’s face went pale. “I'm still on my period.”
Hamilton hummed nonchalantly. “Doesn't matter. There are other ways, right?”
Her lips tightened, but her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, vulnerable and
seeking solace.
Hamilton almost softened but quickly dismissed the urge. He was now certain
that he did not appreciate Natalia's occasional defiance. He wanted her
completely subdued and dependent.
“If it's just a transaction, then you should do your part, right, Ms. Jenkins?”
Feeling humiliated, Natalia forced a smile. “Fine. How would you like me to serve
you, Mr. Fowler?”
His eyes narrowed at her forced cheerfulness, but he said simply, “Use your
hand.”
Natalia complied, her hand slipping beneath his belt. The act, shadowed by
another kiss, was brief and intense.
Neither of them had the time to insert the key card into the electricity slot yet, so
the room. completely dark, which only added extra thrill to the intimacy.
It did not take long for Natalia's arm to ache. After that, it was mostly Hamilton
moving with his hand over hers.
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“Be good, Natalia,” he whispered afterward, and she responded with a bitter
smile.
“Okay.”
After a shared shower, a knock sounded at the door. Hamilton went to open the
door, and Natalia saw it seemed to be one of Hamilton’s bodyguards.
“Mr. Fowler, the clothes you requested.”
Hamilton took it over and handed one bag to Natalia, saying, “Get dressed.
We've got a dinner
to attend.”
Natalia’s brow furrowed at the unexpected event, but she knew better than to
argue. And indeed, she had to give Hamilton some credit.
Even knowing there was a dinner party, he had insisted on putting her through
that little charade to humiliate her.
Without much fuss, she changed her outfit and loosely twisted her hair into a
casual updo.
Hamilton's eyes followed Natalia as she presented herself in the new attire, his
lips curling into an involuntary smile.
“Ms. Jenkins, you look ravishing,” the man offered his compliment without
reserve.
Natalia chuckled. “Mr. Fowler, you're quite the looker yourself.”
Hamilton approached and playfully tugged at her earlobe. “What about those
earrings I got you? I've never seen you wear them.”
Natalia’s smile tightened, and she averted her gaze from Hamilton. “I'm not fond
of earrings.”
Hamilton didn’t dwell on it. “What do you like then? I'll get it for you next time.”
Her long lashes drooped as she replied, “Mr. Fowler, between you and me, I
prefer cash.”
Hamilton's expression darkened momentarily. He huffed. “Is money all you see,
Ms. Jenkins?”
Natalia smirked. “What else am I supposed to see?”
Hamilton's gaze was unfathomable as he let out a soft laugh. “Then, Ms. Jenkins,
you should be more diligent.”
Her nose tingled with discomfort. “I will be.”
His gaze fell on her lips, and he said, “How about you show me some diligence
now? Then, maybe I'll consider your proposal.”
Noticing the burning emotions in his eyes, Natalia understood his underlying
meaning. However, she remained silent.
Suddenly, Hamilton grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her closer, leaving
only a few inches between their lips.
“Ms. Jenkins, it doesn’t count if I have to do everything myself,” he said.
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Feeling his breathing up close and
left with no choice, Natalla leaned in
for a light peck, her chilly and soft lips
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Hamilton felt his Adam's apple bob twice, his grip on Natalia’s nape firming as he
gave a gentle
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Natalia frowned. “Mr. Fowler, we still have the party to attend.”
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Hamilton arched an eyebrow at her,
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The dinner party was held in a villa that smacked of exclusivity, clearly a private
affair.
As Hamilton escorted Natalia inside, they were promptly greeted.
Aman in his thirties approached them with a smile. “Hamilton, you're late!” he
said with a laugh.
At his words, all eyes in the vicinity shifted towards them.
The name Hamilton always drew attention, no matter where he went.
Natalia, arm in arm with him, endured the scrutiny of the crowd.
The more socially adept among them had already started to come over to make
introductions.
With a few words, Hamilton brushed off the social climbers, leaving only the man
who had first spoken.
The man’s gaze lingered on Natalia, and he smirked meaningfully. “Hamilton,
aren't you going to introduce us?”
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