Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon) novel Chapter 35

Natalie and Trevon put on braces. Natalie made a standard etiquette gesture before the battle.

Natalie wanted to end this quickly. "Come on. Don't waste time."

"You talk big. Don't cry later"

Natalie gave Trevon a disdainful look and directly threw a punch at him. The punch was fast. The wind in the air brought it to the bridge of Trevon's nose, and he dodged it agilely.

Natalie was extremely fast, and each punch was more ruthless than the last. Natalie attacked every vital point on Trevon's body. Those who didn't know better would think that Natalie was trying to murder her husband.

One punch after another was about to land on Trevon, but Trevon easily dodged them. Natalie knew very well that Trevon did not punch her because he was consuming Natalie's stamina.

When Natalie sensed Trevon's intentions, the devoted her curled into a bloodthirsty smile. "Mr. Wilson, that's boring. You're the one who wants me to box with you, but you are the one who doesn't punch. Are you trying to play with me?"

This was the real Natalie.

Such Natalie was full of sharp edges and thorns.

However, compared to being respectful to each other, Trevon preferred Natalie to be like this.

Natalie was very smart and had discovered Trevon's intentions so quickly. In fact, Trevon did not want to fight Natalie. Trevon just wanted to test her foundation and endurance.

If Trevon still didn't throw a punch after being seen through, with her current situation, Natalie would probably jump off the stage directly and leave without looking back.

Below the stage, Hackett was curious. "Why aren't they fighting anymore?"

Frank explained, "Mr. Wilson didn't throw a punch. Your crush is a little angry."

"Don't fucking trick me again. I still have to recuperate for more than half a month." Hackett didn't want to be dragged along and beaten up again later.

They seemed to be negotiating on stage. Bored, Hackett turned his gaze to Sherri. "Miss Landor, your mouth recovered so quickly."

Sherri did not reply to Hackett. Instead, Sherri rolled her eyes at him.

The spar on stage continued.

This time, it was Trevon's punch. He threw a dull punch at Natalie. His speed was even faster than hers. Sherri's heart was in her throat.

Natalie lowered her waist and dodged it. Then, she raised her leg and swept it horizontally. Natalie attacked his lower body continuously and directly, forcing him to retreat.

Trevon kicked Natalie hard in the chest. Before Natalie could react, she was kicked hard. She staggered twice and leaned against the horizontal line.

Trevon's eyes darkened. This woman was really stubborn.

Natalie didn't even cry out in pain. Trevon was afraid that she would see through him for restraining his strength too much.

However, Natalie did not rub her chest. Instead, she continued to fight Trevon like a wolf. She waved her fists left and right to block and attack. She was agile and fierce.

An hour later.

The two of them were a little exhausted. The audience below the stage was shocked. No one expected that after they fought for an hour, the winner was still not determined. Even if the woman was pressed to the ground by Trevon, she still refused to admit defeat and wanted to fight again.

The position was a little ambiguous. Trevon sat on top of Natalie, controlling her to raise both hands above her head with one hand and leaning over with the other on one side. He lowered his head to look at her. How stubborn. Why was she so stubborn?

The people below the stage were a little embarrassed. Jim coughed lightly. "Um, Mr. Roberts, Mr. Blackwell, let's go to the hotel and wait for Mr. Wilson."

Having been by Trevon's assistant for so long, Jim was quite observant.

As soon as Jim finished speaking, the people in the seat got up and left. Frank pulled Hackett toward the elevator.

Jim comforted the worried Sherri. "Let's go. Miss Landor, Mr. Wilson will bring Mrs. Wilson over. Don't worry."

"How can I not be worried? Natalie must be injured. She was punched and kicked a few times just now. Why doesn't Mr. Wilson have any pity for women? Although Natalie is good at fighting, she's a woman. No wonder people say that Mr. Wilson is heartless." Sherri was very worried when she saw this.

Jim sat in the front passenger seat of Sherri and explained, "Fists have no eyes. You saw how serious Mrs. Wilson was just now. Besides, with Mrs. Wilson's personality, you know better than us that if Mr. Wilson let her win with fake punches, she would definitely be angrier than she was injured now."

Jim could tell that Natalie was an envoy of justice and could not accept fake punches. Jim had seen it clearly on the stage just now. Natalie was angry when Trevon didn't punch.

When he first touched her lips, Trevon only wanted to kiss her, but later, he wanted more, as if he was possessed.

As a result, Trevon could not get up now and had an additional physiological reaction. Trevon could only lie on her body to ease the awkwardness.

In the private room of Grand Manor.

Sherri asked Jim worriedly, "Mr. Hawk, go call Mr. Wilson. Why isn't Natalie here yet? Is she injured?"

Jim was also puzzled. It had been almost an hour. Even if they took a shower, they should have arrived by now.

Just as Jim was thinking, the door of the private room was pushed open. Natalie was still dressed in sportswear and was about to sit beside Sherri. The moment she took a step, her arm was grabbed. Then, a force pulled her and pressed her into a seat.

Trevon acted as if nothing had happened. He sat on the side and asked politely, "Order whatever you like."

"That's right, Mr. Wilson. We've already ordered everything. Next, just order what you and Mr. Wilson like to eat," Hackett said ingratiatingly.

Natalie's boxing today had already conquered Hackett. This was the first time he had seen such a handsome young lady.

Hackett's feelings for Natalie had gone from love to admiration.

Natalie had one more fan.

Trevon glared at Hackett. Hackett knew what was good for him and kept quiet.

Frank was not a busybody. He only said calmly, "You like her?" Only Frank and Trevon could hear his voice.

"You are thinking too much." Trevon's mind was filled with the deep conversation he had with Natalie in the boxing ring. He was indeed very satisfied. This was the second time Trevon had a physiological reaction to this woman.

The last time was when Natalie was drunk, and Trevon accidentally touched her. This time Trevon didn't expect his reaction to be so big.

This was something Trevon could not control at all. His body's reaction was faster than his brain's. As a man who wanted everything to be in his hands, Trevon did not like this feeling.