Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon)

Chapter 437

Half an hour later, Ava wore comfortable home shoes and a comfortable sportswear outfit. She

descended the stairs in a cheerful mood.-

She wore a pleasant smile as she hopped down the stairs, each step causing Frank, who followed

closely behind her with concern, to feel his heart tighten. He was afraid she might tumble down the

stairs.”

Unable to resist his concern, he spoke in a gentle tone, “Slow down. Be careful.

Ava looked around and didn’t spot the figure of Emma. She obediently responded, “Oh, where’s Mom?”

Frank remained cautious and quickly walked to the staircase, reaching out to hold her hand as she

descended. He answered calmly, “She’s in the greenhouse.”

He had just seen the bodyguards moving numerous orchids and various flowers he didn’t recognize

into the greenhouse. Emma was probably arranging and studying them.

Frank was not surprised that his mother–in–law enjoyed tending to flowers. From Emma’s personality

and demeanor, it was evident that she was a patient, life–loving individual who understood and

empathized with others.

Frank had heard people say that those who loved gardening also had certain expectations for their

attire and appearance because they loved beauty.

This statement might hold true for his mother–in–law. She always dressed tastefully, radiating an

elegant simplicity while maintaining the expected touch of luxury.

However, this statement wouldn’t apply to Rose. Rose loved flowers but not the act of gardening. Even

a cactus wouldn’t be safe in her hands. Yet, she had a strong sense of aesthetics and always chased

after the latest fashion trends.

Upon hearing that Emma was in the greenhouse, Ava habitually replied, “Okay, I thought Mom was

doing yoga. By the way, Frank, does your mother do yoga?”

-Within a second, Ava thought of her futufe mother–in–law.

Frank held her hand and led her toward the dining room without immediately addressing the question.

Instead, he was more concerned about her appetite. What would you like to eat?” This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Ava pondered for a second and decided. “I’ll have a cup of hot milk. It’s not too early now, and lunch is

coming up soon. I’ll have a little something to fill my stomach.”

The servant immediately went to prepare her request.

Frank finally answered the earlier question, “Grace doesn’t practice yoga. She usually practices

kickboxing and mixed martial arts.”

Yoga, which cultivated elegance and a graceful figure, was definitely not something Grace would enjoy.

It could really make her uncomfortable.

Frank was sure of that.

Upon hearing this, Ava felt utterly impressed. She found it incredibly cool and charismatic. It was so

captivating that she sat up straight, listening attentively to Frank, afraid of missing any important

information. She asked eagerly, “Tell me more! I think she’s so cool. Do you have any videos of her

working out?”

Definitely not. Who would dare to film a video of Grace?

Frank glanced at the curious Ava and answered, “No, but when we’re in Athana, you can watch her

train in person.

In the meantime, the milk had been brought over and placed on the table. Frank reached out to test the

temperature, confirming it was suitable. “Drink up quickly.”

From the eager anticipation in Ava’s eyes, it was clear that she admired Grace and wanted to see her

train. As for the problem of mother–in–law and daughter–in–law relationship. Frank wasn’t worried at

all.

By the time Ava finished her milk, Emma entered the room, patting her gown and giving orders to the

servants to prepare

lunch.

Emma strolled in at a leisurely pace. Her tone was gentle as she asked, “Frank, what do you like to

eat?”

“I’m fine with anything”

“Alright, I’ll go change my clothes. I accidentally got some dirt on this one. For lunch, make some

buttermilk wasted chicken, salad, and seafood carbonara spaghetti”

The latter part of her sentence was directed at the servants.

After saying that, Emma lifted her gown and headed upstairs. She smiled briefly toward Ava while

turning.

These were actually dishes that Frank enjoyed. He remembered that whenever he was with Ava for a

meal, he never showed

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his food preferences.

After thinking for a while, there was only one reason why his mother–in–law knew his preferences so

well, and that was Grace.

Unconsciously, he smirked.

During lunch, only three people sat at the table. At noon, Daniel wouldn’t be returning for the meal, and

Joseph was on a long business trip.

Due to Emma’s warm invitation, Frank gave in to courtesy and had eaten a lot. Ava, seeing how much

he enjoyed it, also ate

a lot.

Emma always understood the space young people needed. After finishing lunch, she went to the study.

Ava explained that her mother had the habit of reading in the afternoon and practicing yoga and

gardening in the morning.

A person’s scholarly disposition couldn’t be faked. It was engraved deep within, as was the case with

Emma. She was truly cultured, and her temperament was ingrained.

Inside the piano room, the curtains were drawn back, and the thin sunlight streamed onto the piano,

illurninating the entire space. A black grand piano stood in the center, with a bench placed in front of it.

In the sunlight, the piano keys gleamed, shining like stars, dazzlingly brilliant.

Even though Ava was dressed in sportswear, her slender fingers casually pressed a couple of keys as

she sat on the bench. creating a beautiful melody.

Frank didn’t sit down. Instead, he crossed his arms and leaned lazily against the piano.

didny:

His gaze remained fixed on Ava, and he said. “Baby Ava, play something.”

“You want to hear me play?”

Frank hadn’t heard Ava play the piano before, and the atmosphere seemed right today. He was

interested, so he said, “Yes.” “Well then, what kind of piece do you want to hear? Something elegant,

melancholic, or cheerful?”

Frank didn’t really understand much about this, but he wanted to see how Ava played the piano. He

replied, “Anything’s

fine.”

After a moment of thought, Ava rested her chin on her hand, searching her mind for a suitable piece.

“How about a piece called ‘Valentine’s Day? Frank, I think this piece suits us well. We should treat

every day like Valentine’s Day.”

With that, she started playing, her fingers dancing skillfully on the piano keys. A beautiful melody filled

the room, notes drifting to every corner, from the windowsills to the treetops.

The melody was gentle and delicate, captivating the senses. Frank stood quietly to the side, watching

the entranced expression on Ava’s face as she played. She was beautiful, just as beautiful as the piece

she was playing.

Frank knew he was not on the same level as Ava. He only knew boxing and maybe a bit about

computers, while Ava excelled in various skills, including music, chess, sketching, and painting. In

ancient times, she would have been a refined princess. and he wouldn’t qualify as a minor official in the

palace.

He had found a treasure, someone to cherish for a lifetime.

As the piece concluded, Frank walked over and sat next to her. He knew the next step would involve

Ava teaching him, as Ava had asked him more than once if he could play the piano.

She seemed almost disappointed if he did not know how to play

True to form, the very next moment, Ava asked, “Frank, can you read sheet music?”

Frank honestly admitted he didn’t know a thing about it. During music class in school, he’d always

fallen asleep. “No

This posed a bit of a problem. How would he teach her if he couldn’t read sheet music?

Just as Ava was pondering how to proceed, Frank came up with a clever solution. “You play, and I’ll

memorize it

Did he want to memorize it? That was the first thought that popped into Ava’s mind.

Could he play the piano like that?

At this moment, she somewhat regretted trying to teach Frank something he wasn’t good at. But then,

glancing at Frank, who seemed eager to learn, she couldn’t just say he didn’t need to learn anymore.

That would definitely hurt his feelings. “Do you want me to memorize the sequence? It’s a bit

challenging”

Frank might not be good at other things, but he had good memorization. It depended on whether he

wanted to learn it. The complicated notation on the sheet music was something he genuinely didn’t

want to study. It confused him. He said, “You play, and I’ll follow along.”

Ava replied, “Then I’ll play. I’ll pick something simple. Frank, don’t worry, even if you can’t do it, it’s

okay. We’re doing this just to pass the time. I still love you very much.”

After saying this, she leaned over and planted a kiss on Frank’s check, offering encouragement.

Caught off guard by the sudden flirtation and confession, Frank stiffened slightly but managed to keep

a smiling expression. He reached out and ruffled her hair. ‘I love you too.”

Now, Ava was delighted. She leaned over once more and kissed Frank’s cheek. With narrowed eyes,

he warned her half–jokingly, “Baby Ava, are you sure?”

If she kept kissing him like this, they wouldn’t be able to leave the piano room anytime soon.

Ava shook her head quickly. She imagined the intimate scenes that might occur later that night, with

Frank having the same tone and expression he had now. She cheerfully said, “Let’s begin, haha.”

Frank was helpless and powerless.

Some people couldn’t learn, not because they weren’t good at it, but because they didn’t want to learn.

However, they would progress faster than others if they dedicated themselves to learning something.

Frank was one of thein.

Ava chose a nursery rhyme to teach Frank, aiming to reduce the difficulty.

The spacious piano room echoed with the cheerful melody as notes danced everywhere.

Frank felt a bit insulted, but he had no choice. He genuinely didn’t know how to play, and on top of that,

it was Ava who had chosen the piece. He could only indulge her.

Ava felt sorry for Frank. Despite his good–looking hands, playing the piano was difficult for someone

who didn’t understand musical notation. Memorization was exhausting, and she didn’t want to force him

to learn the piano just because she found his hands attractive.

It would make her feel bad.

In the afternoon, Ava selected skills that both of them were good at, playing computer games. They

decided to challenge each other.

They planned to begin with a playful “duel, a good way to remember the skills and learn new things.

They sat cross–legged on the carpet, each with a laptop in front of them.

Ava eagerly opened her laptop. At the same time, Frank did the same. Just as they were about to start

their digital battle, both their phones rang. The two exchanged a knowing glance.

Frank reached out and patted Ava’s head. “No rush, check your phone first.”

“Oh, then you check yours too.”

“Sure.”

Frank picked up his phone and unlocked it. Opening WhatsApp, he saw Hackett tagged him in the

group chat. The image that greeted Frank was of Rose holding hands with a man. Although Edward’s

face wasn’t visible, Frank knew it was him. Then, Hackett seemed to be idle and sent one picture after

another. There were images of Rose and Edward doing pottery, feeding pigeons, Rose blowing

bubbles in the square, and Edward helping her carry things and more.

Frank was speechless. Was this girl trying to make an official announcement about her relationship to

the entire Athana? They were having quite a bit of fun.

There truly wasn’t a single peaceful day for Frank.

Frank pinched his brow in frustration. He didn’t intend to reply, but Hackett was persistently pestering

him Hackett sent a message, saying, [Whoa! Frank, at this rate, will Rose become ny sister–in–law? I

can’t accept it.]

Recently, Trevon was also idle and joined in the gossip. He wrote, (1 you don’t want her to be your

sister–in–law, you can try to become her former brother–in–law.]

The entire Landor family was hoping for Rose to marry into their family. If Hackett expressed

dissatisfaction with Rose becoming his sister–in–law to Sherri, Trevon could guess that Sherri would

divorce Hackett.

Hackett wrote, [Could you wish me well?]

Trevon replied. [No, I couldn’t.]

Childishly. Hackett sent an emoji of a long sword into the group chat, directly aimed at Trevon.

Frank wrote, [Can I just die?]

Hackett replied, [No! You have to stay alive. You have to be there on Rose’s wedding day. You need to

give your blessing to Edward and Rose ]

Frank became annoyed and winde Get lovl