When She Turns Her Back Novel

Three minutes 367 Summary Naomi has long been aware of Jason's hidden feelings for her, feelings he kept suppressed because of Charles. Now that Jason has finally confessed openly, Naomi experiences mixed emotions-part satisfaction, part hesitation-as she wrestles with the possibility of hurting him. Despite Jason's heartfelt plea to marry her, Naomi gently but firmly reaffirms her commitment to Charles, emphasizing that she will never marry anyone else.

Jason, though heartbroken, expresses his care and warns her about Charles, referencing Teresa's fate, but Naomi remains resolute and leaves, with Jason silently vowing to wait for her if she ever becomes unhappy. Meanwhile, Teresa is struggling physically and emotionally. Immobilized by her injured leg, she endures pain and exhaustion, barely able to manage basic needs like going to the bathroom. Her worry over Troy's safety gnaws at her, especially since he has not responded to her messages after a dangerous incident.

Desperate for reassurance, Teresa reaches out to Wendy and then Leo, trying to find out if Troy is safe. Despite her admitted dislike for Troy, she cares deeply about his well-being, though Leo remains skeptical of her motives. At the bar, Troy and Leo have a tense interaction. Troy is irritated by Teresa's calls and voice, yet Leo teases him about still being hung up on her. The conversation reveals Troy's conflicted feelings-he is defensive and disgusted by the idea of casual relationships, contrasting with Leo's more carefree attitude.

Leo mocks Troy's romantic nature, while Troy insists he is not shameless like Leo. Their exchange highlights Troy's emotional turmoil and lingering attachment to Teresa, despite the difficulties between them. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below Chapter 367 Naomi had always been aware of Jason's feelings for her. For years, Jason had kept his emotions tightly sealed, all because of Charles. But now, those walls had finally come down. With Jason's feelings laid bare at last, Naomi felt a mix of satisfaction and hesitation.

She couldn't deny a small sense of triumph, yet at the same time, she struggled with the thought of hurting him. Would he simply move on and find someone else if she rejected him? Naomi pondered silently. Her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, leaving her tongue-tied and unsure of what to say next. But when she thought about her commitment to Charles, she gathered her courage and spoke softly to Jason, "You've always been like a brother to me, Jason." Jason's composure shattered completely.

His voice cracked as he shouted, "No, I don't want to be your brother-I want to marry you!" Naomi stared at him, half convinced he might have had a few drinks. She leaned in closer, searching for the faintest scent of alcohol, but found none. Who would have guessed he'd confess his feelings so openly, completely sober? Still, thinking of Charles, Naomi clenched her jaw, met Jason's gaze steadily, and said firmly, "Jason, I will only ever marry Charles. No one else. Ever." Jason's eyes reddened further as he glared at her, his finger pointed somewhere beyond. "Naomi, Charles is a terrible man.

Do you really want to end up like Teresa? She put him above everything else, didn't she? And what did she get in return? Is that the future you want for yourself?" Naomi could feel the depth of Jason's care for her in every word. After a moment of reflection, she stepped closer with a gentle smile. "Jason, calm down. I'm not like Teresa-I won't let myself become her. And even if I did, I'd still have you by my side, wouldn't I?" As she spoke, she leaned in deliberately toward him. Jason's face flushed a deep red, his heart pounding wildly as Naomi closed the distance.

But just as quickly, she pulled back. In that instant, Jason's heart sank again. As Naomi turned to leave the stairwell, Jason called out after her, "Naomi, if you ever feel unhappy with him, just remember-I'll be right here, waiting for you." Naomi responded with a quiet "mm" and walked away without looking back. Jason remained frozen in place, his body stiff but his heart racing in time with her retreating footsteps. 'It's not that Naomi doesn't like me,' Jason told himself. 'It's just that Charles is always ahead of me, so she never even glances my way.' ...

Teresa hadn't moved a muscle since she'd fallen out of bed. No matter how parched she felt, she forced herself to ignore the thirst. Drinking too much meant she'd have to use the bathroom-and with her leg in this condition, there was no way she could manage that alone. But in her current state, how could she even hope to make it there? She pushed aside all other worries, focusing only on drinking less and stretching out the time before she'd have to go. When the urge became unbearable, she dragged herself painfully out of bed, gritting her teeth every step of the way.

At least her uninjured leg could still carry her to the bathroom. After barely making it through, she collapsed back onto the bed, utterly exhausted and disheveled. That trip drained her so completely that she couldn't summon the energy to struggle anymore. Sweat soaked her skin, and her sheets clung damp and cold against her body. Her injured leg throbbed with unbearable pain, as if it were being torn apart, but she bit her lip, determined not to cry out. It wasn't until the latter half of the night, after enduring that deep, bone-piercing agony, that Teresa finally felt a slight easing.

Unable to sleep, she reached for her phone to distract herself. When she unlocked it, WhatsApp was already open. Troy's name was at the top of her contacts, but none of her messages had been answered. Teresa knew Troy was angry with her, which explained his silence. Still, all she wanted was confirmation that he was safe. He had lost so much blood that day, and with Northvale's freezing temperatures, Teresa's worry gnawed at her relentlessly. She sent another message: "Troy, if you see this, please text me back.

I'm serious-if you keep ignoring me, I'll call the police." She stared at the screen, every second dragging on painfully as she waited ten agonizing minutes. When there was still no reply, her anxiety surged-she was this close to dialing 911. But instead of calling emergency services, she hesitated and dialed Troy's number directly. The call connected, but it just rang and rang-no answer. Her panic deepened, so she called Wendy next. As soon as Wendy picked up, Teresa blurted out, "Wendy, is Troy with you?" Wendy sounded confused.

"What?" After a brief pause, Teresa said, "Can you send me Leo's number? I need to ask him something." "Sure," Wendy replied. "I'll send it right now." Teresa didn't ask how Wendy was doing; she simply hung up. She immediately called Leo. When he answered, the background noise was loud and chaotic-definitely a bar. Teresa didn't waste time asking why he was there. She got straight to the point: "Mr. Gilbert, is Troy with you?" After a few seconds, Leo finally answered, "No, he's not with me." Hearing that, Teresa's heart sank, panic twisting inside her.

Just as she was about to speak, Leo interrupted, "Teresa, you really don't like Troy at all, do you?" She hesitated, then admitted, "Yeah, I really don't." Leo pressed on, unwilling to let it go. "Then why do you care what happens to him?" After considering it, Teresa found an answer to soothe her conscience. "He's always treated me well and looked out for me. I just want to know he's safe. That's all. Nothing more." Leo wasn't convinced. "Just that?" Teresa's voice grew firmer. "Just that." Before she could respond further, Leo hung up abruptly.

Teresa stared at her phone, stunned by his sudden disconnect. After a moment, she sent him a message: "Mr. Gilbert, if you hear anything about Troy, please let me know." Meanwhile, the bar was alive with energy-the atmosphere electric, the crowd riding a wave of excitement. The door to the private room stood wide open, allowing the music from the main floor to flood inside. But moments later, someone slammed the door shut. The outside noise vanished instantly. Leo turned toward Troy, who was stomping back after closing the door, and grinned. "Why so tense?

Teresa didn't even finish what she was saying before you hung up. Ever heard of manners?" Troy sprawled out on the couch, shooting Leo a cold glare. "I can't stand her voice. It grates on me." Leo laughed, knowing Troy was just putting on a front. "Oh really? Then who was pestering me to answer? And who made me put it on speaker?" Troy, growing more irritated, snapped, "Screw off." Leo rolled his eyes and snorted. "If Teresa didn't care about you, why are you still hung up on her? There are plenty of women out there, Troy.

You could take ten home tonight if you wanted-just make sure you can handle it, and I won't get in your way." Troy's expression darkened with disgust. "If she didn't care, would she bother calling you? And seriously, do you think I'm like you? I'm not that shameless-it makes people want to puke." Leo chuckled, spreading his hands. "See? Hopeless romantics always hype themselves up and then tear themselves down. Who else is going to comfort them?" He barely said Teresa didn't care, and Troy was already jumping to defend her.

Conclusion The chapter delicately explores the tangled emotions that bind Naomi, Jason, and Charles, revealing the depth of unspoken desires and loyalties. Jason's vulnerable confession and Naomi's steadfast commitment highlight the painful tension between love and duty, where hearts ache in silence and choices are weighed against promises made. The bittersweet exchange between them captures the complexity of relationships where affection is real but constrained, leaving both yearning and resigned.

Meanwhile, Teresa's physical and emotional struggles continue to unfold, revealing her resilience and the complexity of her relationships. Her desperate attempts to reach Troy highlight a fragile thread of concern that might unravel further, especially as Leo's probing questions hint at deeper undercurrents of mistrust and unresolved feelings. The atmosphere thickens with unspoken truths and simmering conflicts, setting the stage for confrontations that could redefine alliances and loyalties.