Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon)

Chapter 591

When Frank readily agreed to the conditions to enter, a burst of cheers emanated from inside, with

Stella and Sherri's voices being the loudest.

Even through the door, their joyful voices were audible, carrying an infectious sense of excitement and

happiness

Stella, with her knack for being persuaded by money, swiftly unlocked the three latches the moment

she heard Frank's agreement. Each click of the locks echoed outside, audible to everyone present.

With each lock opening, Frank silently counted in his mind, feeling the suspense building with each

successive click.

Rose, covering her mouth in an attempt to stifle any noise, cowered in a distant corner, afraid that her

brother might overhear. As Frank stepped into the room, he immediately spotted his sister, who stood

quietly in the corner, wearing a sweet, innocent smile, and looking remarkably well-behaved.

It was as though the mischievous planning for the prank, just moments ago, had nothing to do with her.

Frank, with his keen understanding of his sister, knew well enough that this obedient facade must have

been a post-door-opening act. Before the door opened, she couldn't have been in such a state of

apparent innocence.

Edward wasted no time and positioned himself next to Rose upon entering, holding her hand as they

both quietly observed Frank's reaction.

Ava was dressed in a white wedding gown adorned with a diamond-encrusted crown. The gown's

intricate diamond patterns sparkled like stars in the night sky. Complementing Ava's radiant smile,

Frank was captivated as soon as he stepped in.

His gaze fixated on Ava, and as their eyes met, a silent exchange took place. Both were studying each

other, but as moments passed, their smiles widened. It was as if love particles floated in the air,

creating an almost tangible sense of affection and warmth.

Frank, mesmerized and momentarily lost for words, lacked the eloquence to express the overwhelming

beauty before him. With a limited vocabulary, all that echoed in his mind was a single word, "beautiful."

Observing Frank's speechless state, Trevon couldn't help but display his usual teasing demeanor. With

a mix of amusement and mock disappointment, he raised an eyebrow and jested, "Are you planning to

wait until the end of time or considering tying the knot anytime soon, Frank?"

Trevon's teasing comment elicited laughter from everyone present, but Natalie, seated beside the Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

irreverent jokester, responded by nudging him with her elbow, shooting a playful glare his way, a silent

plea for Trevon to control himself a bit.

Receiving Natalie's pointed gaze, Trevon's lips curved into a mischievous smirk, clearly unfazed by her

warning. In a playful act of mischief, he subtly pinched her hand that he was holding behind his back.

Frank, seemingly oblivious to Trevon's teasing, knelt down with palpable emotion, his voice filled with a

trembling intensity, "Ava, I've come to pick you up."

It was a scene poised for romance, with all eyes on Frank and Ava, until Sherri, ever the mood breaker,

interjected, 'Wow, the progress bar is going a bit too fast. Frank, how about doing 80 push-ups before

proposing?"

All the men in the room, along with the onlookers outside the door, remained speechless, wondering

why this program arrangement wasn't revealed at the very beginning.

Jim thought, 'Who the hell came up with this idea?' It was going to make him scared of getting married

in the future.

Trevon glanced around and noticed Rose, head bowed but smiling knowingly. He then threw a teasing

glance at Natalie, sending shivers down her spine, as if she'd been zapped by an electric shock from

across the room.

Once again, Natalie silently signaled him to tone it down.

Upon hearing this, Frank was taken aback. Doing 80 push-ups was trivial, but he couldn't fathom who

came up with the idea to demand such a strenuous activity at such a crucial moment.

However, he did not delve too deeply into this. He quickly handed the flowers to Ava and said, "Give

me a few minutes."

Excitedly receiving the bouquet, Ava nodded obediently and even made a cheering gesture, smiling at

Frank as she held the flowers close to her heart.

Without further ado, Frank removed his jacket and placed it on the bed. He adjusted his pants and

placed one hand behind his back, the other firmly on the ground. "Let's get started," he said.

As soon as the words left his lips, Frank swiftly began executing perfect one-handed push-ups.

In a corner, Sherri leaned in close to Hackett's ear and couldn't resist complimenting, "With this kind of

stamina, no wonder Ava can handle twins."

In the corner, Sherrileaned close to Hackett Blackwell's ear and could not help but praise, "With such

stamina, no wonder Ava can have twins."

Feeling a bit cornered by Sherri's comment, Hackett narrowed his eyes playfully and teased, "Honey,

are you trying to tell me something?"

"Oh, not really, just a comment, absolutely nothing else implied, I promise," Sherri hastily clarified,

waving her hands in explanation.

Standing behind them, Rose overheard everything and couldn't help but blurt out, "Do you guys have to

make dirty jokes all the time?"

Hackett Blackwell turned around and was about to retort when he was stopped by Hackett, about to

retort, was stopped in his tracks by Edward's imposing glare from above. Helpless, Hackett rolled his

eyes at Edward before turning back to observe the commotion.

Regaining his composure, Hackett immediately looked around for his daughter. "Where's Ruby?"

Sherri couldn't help but think that it took him a little bit too long to react. It was only now that Hackett

remembered his daughter. "She's playing games with my future son-in-law, don't worry," she assured,

giving Hackett's shoulder a reassuring pat.

Hackett was speechless. He thought, "I'm even more worried when she's with Trevon's son."

After completing the push-ups, Frank stood up, donned his clothes again, and once more knelt down

on one knee, gazing affectionately at Ava. He began, "Ava, would you like to marry me?"

As soon as those words left Frank's lips, everyone fell silent, filled with a mix of emotion and blessings;

it was as if Romeo and Juliet had finally got to be together.

Rose stood at a distance, feeling happy for her brother. She wiped away a tear, thinking, "This is

wonderful. My brother and Ava have finally become husband and wife."

Ava once again accepted the bouquet from Frank's hands, then lowered her head to give a peck on the

cheek of the handsome prince. With others present, Frank didn't take the lead, merely offering a light

peck in return. He put his arm around the young girl's shoulders and sat down nearby.

Seeing everyone deeply moved and speechless, it was Frank who broke the silence. "No other tasks?"

Stella was the first to react, slightly caught off guard, "Yes, yes, there are. Alex, it's your turn to

announce."

Alex remembered the agreement they made about finding the shoes first, "The groom has ten minutes

to find the bride's shoes. If he fails, all the men present will dance together."

Everyone thought, "Come on, we are not groomsmen."

Sherri and Stella thought, "Alex's modification of the program sounds interesting. Originally, it was only

supposed to be the groom and groomsmen dancing, all the guys were in. If the groom fails, it means

Trevon and all the guys need to dance.

Nice, sharing joys and sorrows together. That was team spirit!

Trevon's face darkened at the mention of dancing. He wasn't planning on performing in front of so

many people, but he'd willingly dance for Natalie if it were just for her.

At that moment, Trevon even felt the urge to join the search queue himself. He reminded Frank,

"Search every corner quickly."

Frank, on the other hand, seemed rather relaxed. He looked at Trevon with a smirk, saying, "If you're

keen on dancing, I can find the shoes in ten minutes."

Trevon shot Frank a sharp look, his eyes practically daggers. Frank, still smiling, bent down and

thoroughly searched under the bed and even beneath the pillows, but to no avail.

People around, especially Chris, grew anxious. "Don't you have a metal detector at home?"

Hackett joined the search, remembering how he danced the hula at Trevon's wedding last time. But

today, he had no intention of performing again. "Are you crazy? Shoes aren't made of metal, so what

can a detector do?"

Every guy in the room was now engrossed in the treasure hunt. Every nook and cranny was

scrutinized, with all the women standing in corners, watching the spectacle and enjoying the show.

After about 8 minutes of searching, as they neared the time limit, Frank sneakily glanced at Ava, but

sharp-eyed Sherri caught him in the act and intervened, "No cheating, Frank!"

"Holy cow, Frank, is this expired? Why's it leaking?" Hackett, being mischievous, opened a drawer and

held up a greasy object inquiringly.

At his words, everyone searching for the shoes turned their attention to Hackett's hand. Ava instantly

recognized her own creation.

But how did this end up here? Didn't Frank throw it away? Was he planning to keep it as a memory?

Her cheeks reddened shyly, partly saved by the blush she wore. To the rest of the crowd, there seemed

to be no issue. Only Natalie, Trevon, Frank, and Ava were aware of the truth behind this situation.

Rose blinked her eyes, observing her brother tossing something into the trash. She felt a pang of

suspicion. Those things didn't have a short shelf life. At least three years, if not more. Had it been three

years since Ava and her brother started having sex? No, not at all! How did this expire then? Could it

be that her brother bought something close to expiration? Read at

Frank coughed awkwardly, trying to ease the tension, "Anyone not wanting to dance, please continue

searching." His words snapped everyone out of their thoughts, and they resumed searching for the

shoes.

After the wedding, out of goodwill toward his good friend, Hackett planned to buy an extra item for

Frank the next time he went shopping. It was a gesture of true friendship.

"Time's up," Stella announced, checking her stopwatch. In an instant, the expressions on all the men's

faces in the room turned grim. Edward couldn't help but regret not having stayed at home and taking

care of the kids.

Meanwhile, Frank stood with hands on his hips, a smirk playing on his lips as he glanced at everyone

before fixing his gaze on Trevon. "Any preferences?"

Trevon was speechless. He was supposed to be an audience.

Sherri was overly excited, her excitement fueling her inner fire. "Let loose a bit, come on! Don't look so

constipated. Frank runs a bar, after all. What's wrong with a little dance? Come on!"

Her statement was flawless, and Frank was already geared up for anything. He signaled Sherri to play

a recent hit song. "How about a seaside tango?"

Stella gave a thumbs-up. "It's no surprise that you run a bar. Music!"