Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

Stella adhered to the principle of having a good relationship with her superior and persisted in her morning run for a few days. She would wake up with her brother and go out together every day. Then, she would meet Leia at the door and continue chatting from the beginning to the end.

Then, they bid farewell and returned to their respective homes.

It was the stoday.

Stella panted as she bade farewell to Leia. She stood at the door and waved, grinning like a fool. Chris stood at the side and pursed his lips without saying a word. He only nodded at Leia as a farewell.

Stella said, "See you at the office, Ms. March." Leia replied, "Okay, see you at the office. Don't be late." "Okay, | won't be late." After bidding farewell, Stella was still praising Leia. Chris glanced at the woman's back before retracting his gaze and following Stella into the house.

He pushed the door open and entered the villa. "Oh my god..." "Mom, why are you up? You scared me." They were both used to their mother not being in the living room.

"Why can't | be in the living room? | got up after waking up. Why are you so shocked? Am | a ghost?" She had enough sleep since she didn't need to wake up to check on them.

"I saw that you weren't around for the past few days. Alright, alright, alright. | shouldn't have asked." Stella surrendered. She immediately changed her shoes and went upstairs in her slippers. She could not afford to offend her mother. She seriously suspected that her mother's menopause had been brought forward.

After a while, she heard a bang on the door upstairs. Chris was also about to go upstairs to take a shower. Just as he reached the top of the stairs, he was stopped by his mother, standing by the sofa. "Chris, you don't have to run after this half month. There are only a few days left. Hang in there. | won't force you if you don't feel anything in this half month." Chris didn't know what to say.

The mother and son's eyes met. Chris looked away and said calmly, "We'll see. There's nothing wrong with exercising. The temperature will rise in a few days. So, it won't be that cold anymore." Angie was secretly delighted, but she looked calm. She said matter-of-factly, looking like a wise mother, "Alright, our family is not hegemony. It's more democratic. | won't force you if you don't want to do it. Do as you see fit. If you don't want to run, then stop." Angie's recent reaction made it difficult for Chris to respond. Since when was there such a thing as democracy in the family? His mother had always been the one who had the final say. "Got it. I'm going to take a shower. | still have to go to work. Continue watching." When she heard the second sound of the door closing, Angie made a yes gesture. She almost danced in the living room. She happily took her phone from her pocket and sent a message to her son-in-law, saying, [Joseph, the fish has taken the bait. Thank you. You're the best.] Joseph replied, [Angie, this is what | should do. It's even better if Chris likes her. Starting tomorrow, tell Stella not to run with him.] After reading the message, Angie understood. She also felt that her daughter was an eyesore just now. She replied with an OK. She pressed the pause button of the television and quietly went upstairs to a room.

Twenty minutes later, "Oh..." with a towel in her hand, Stella stood at the bathroom door in a daze. She forgot her next move and blinked at her mother, standing at the door.

Angie said, "Why are you screaming all day long? Put on your clothes and I'll tell you something." Stella cback to her senses and put on her pants. She complained, "Mom, can you make a sound first in the future? You'll scare people to death. No matter how good my heart is, it will stop beating." Fifteen minutes later...

Chris got dressed and was about to go out the next day. Then he realized the door to his sister's room was closed. He raised his hand and looked at his watch. Thinking that this girl had overslept, he pushed open the door, went in to check, and saw that the person on the bed was sleeping soundly.

She showed no signs of waking up.

This made Chris a little puzzled. 'Wasn't she very interested a few days ago, shouting that she wanted to build a good relationship with her superior? Why did she fail today? He gently pushed his sister's shoulder and called softly, "Stella, wake up and run. Hurry up." "Oh, don't be noisy. | want to sleep." Chris was speechless. She did not wake up for a long tand was even impatient.

Recalling the fight that day, Chris did not continue to call her. If they fought again, his new injuries would just be added to his old ones.

He walked straight out of the room and gently closed the door.

It was either fate or Leia was punctual. Usually, she would pass by the Yamin family's villa at this time, and the three of them would meet up, but today, it was a two-person meeting.

Leia ran in front, and Chris followed behind. Usually, Stella would chatter non-stop. Today, without this girl, the atmosphere was a little quiet.

Leia was dressed casually when she ran. She wore a dark gray sweater, a white vest, and a pair of pants. She would not have been so eye-catching in this ordinary outfit if she didn't have such an exquisite face and glowy skin.

In comparison, Chris was much more formal. He wore a dark coffee-colored coat, a black turtleneck sweater, dark blue jeans, and limited edition hover shoes.

Just as Stella had said, he didn't look like he was going for a run but a blind date.

Neither of them spoke. The atmosphere was a little awkward. Leia also felt it. Recently, it had been strange.

Quinn did not call her in the morning. Even if she called, the line was busy. "Stella is not running anymore?" Chris glanced at the woman beside him and replied, "She probably can't get up. She's always been like this.

There are very few things that she can persevere with. The one thing she perseveres with the longest is being a receptionist at the Wilson Group." Leia had seen Stella's resand naturally knew the Wilson Group. "She can persevere. It just depends on whether she wants it or not. For example, if the receptionist is something she likes, she can persevere." Otherwise, she wouldn't have wanted to go back and be a receptionist.

Chris agreed. "You're quite accurate." Leia had not interacted with his sister for long but had analyzed her thoroughly.

Most people would evaluate Stella as simple-minded and insensitive after interacting with her. For example, this was what Kimble said about Stella. Few people said that about her.

Chris could not help but take a few more glances at the woman beside him. Sensing the direct gaze directed at her, Leia turned her head, and their gazes met. Their hearts seemed to have been knocked, and something burst out. Leia looked away first and automatically explained, "I used to work in personnel and have studied psychology." Chris jogged beside her and turned to ask, "Do you like winter running?" ‘Winter running? What kind of word is that?' Leia subconsciously smiled as she thought. From the angle of Chris, it looked good. Then, he also smiled. After a while, with a slight panting sound, Leia replied, "No, I like to run in the morning, whether it's spring, summer, autumn, or winter. It's not just winter." Probably because of Chris's profession, Leia was unguarded against him and could communicate easily.

Seeing that Chris did not speak, Leia spoke a little more and automatically explained why she was jogging in the morning. "White-collar workers like us stay in the office building all day and rarely go outdoors, so | want to run before work." "Isn't there a term called sub-health, Dr. Yamin?" Chris didn't know how many times he had laughed today. Dr. Yamin? Many people in the hospital called him that every day. He was also called countless times a day. However, when he was called Dr. Yamin by this woman today, his heart inexplicably trembled.

"Yes, my mother was also afraid | would be in a sub-health status, so she forcedto run. She said that | was always busy doing surgeries every day. She was afraid that | would be crippled." Leia said, "It's good to move. Parents are all like this, right? They're afraid that their children will get sick." "Maybe." There were also a few exceptions. It was just that she had never seen bad or ugly parents, such as Natalie's father and stepmother.

Chris subconsciously hid these words in his heart and did not tell her. He did not know why. Maybe he was afraid of tainting her pure heart.

Leia was curious why he did not want to inherit the family business and chose to be a doctor. "Why did you choose the profession of doctor?" Chris, a straightforward and unromantic man, said, "There's no need to be so roundabout. You're askingwhy | didn't inherit the family business." Stunned for a moment, Leia nodded. She had wanted to be more tactful, but she did not expect the person involved to be so straightforward.

Chris followed Leia's footsteps and jogged around the neighborhood. "I'm straightforward, unlike Christina, who can hide it in her heart. This might be like my mother. Such a big corporation is full of twists and turns. It's even more complicated than a person's intestines. To put it bluntly, | don't think I like it. A lifetis neither long nor short. | want to do something meaningful.

"Every t| perform surgery and repair the damaged organs, | feel a special sense of accomplishment. | like to deal with organs. Although they can't speak, they can't beat around the bush. You can see the structure when you open the stomach with a knife. You can also tell at a glance what's broken and where it needs to be repaired.

The mutated organs can't lie or fool people. You only have to look. You don't need to guess." After hearing this, Leia seemed to know the young man beside her more. She also understood. She liked doctors because the profession of a doctor had a halo. It was shining everywhere, and it could make one feel proud. "I quite like this profession too." Chris did not expect her to say that. His eyes were filled with suspicion. He turned around and asked, "Huh? You want to be a doctor?" Leia smiled slightly as if she had sregrets. "I can't do it. I'm afraid of blood. If there is too much blood, I'll faint." Therefore, she could not do this profession even if she liked it. She could only envy those who could be doctors and wanted to find a doctor as her boyfriend.

The straightforward Chris suggested, "You can find a doctor to be your boyfriend." The two of them turned around and smiled at each other. A second later, they looked away and continued running. Leia said, "You're thinking the sthing as me. | think so, too." When she met his dark and deep eyes, her heart inexplicably beat a little faster.

Chris said, "You can't reach your dream, so you find a boyfriend to make up for it." "There's nothing wrong with that description. It's just a little straightforward." Chris said, "I'm straightforward and don't beat around the bush. If you mind, | won't say anything." Leia did not expect him to say that. "That's fine. There's nothing wrong with being straightforward. There's no need to sacrifice the brain cells." Today, the two of them had lost track of tas they chatted and ran a few more laps.

Leia said, "Bye." "Bye." Chris stood at the entrance of the villa and said goodbye to Leia. He watched her leave and only entered the villa when she was gone.

Angie sat in the living room and watched her son go upstairs to take a shower. She watched television happily and played with her phone. It seemed that it would not be long before she could go shopping. She didn't need to worry about being interviewed by those gossipy women.

It was not that she did not see her son's meticulous dressing every day. Hope was right in front of her.

At Yamin Hospital, Kimble hurriedly followed Chris into the consultation room. He put his arm around Chris's shoulders from behind and teased him. "You're in a good mood today. Why do you look like you're in love?" Chris turned sideways and moved his hands aside. "Did you minor in fortuneteller or tarot?" Kimble shrugged his shoulders. "I saw you cin with a smile today. | thought you were in love." After saying that, he pulled out a stool and sat backward. He leaned his head on the back of the chair and said solemnly, "I broke up. Yesterday, | handsomely told my ex-girlfriend | wanted to return to being single." "And she agreed?" "That's right." Chris thought, 'She probably has found a new boyfriend. Poor thing!" Regarding Kimle's relationships, Chris was always right. Perhaps it was because the outsiders saw the most of the game.

"I'm single again. | want to ask you about someone. It's the girl you helpedcheck last time. Her nis Leia.

Let your sister ask if she's single for me."