FAZER LOGIN"What's up?" someone by his side inquired. "I thought I saw someone I knew." They all knew that Charlene had a thing for Thorne, having grown up with him. Charlene was beautiful, but in a subtle, modest way. They didn't think much of Charlene, and although she was attractive, she lacked the spark that Thorne often pursued. When they did see Charlene, they scarcely made an effort to greet her. Moran wasn't even sure if he'd seen Charlene right because she had become a bit of a blur. He didn't care, though, if it had been Charlene. Without more explanation, he turned around and went back to their private chamber.
Moran had escaped Charlene's notice. She brought Connie home after they left the restaurant and stayed there to look after her. Connie gave Charlene a heartfelt embrace as she woke up and spotted her. "I appreciate last night. I owe you one!" Charlene had prepared breakfast. She gave Connie a head pat. "Wash up and get up. It's getting cold for breakfast. With her face buried in Charlene's waist, Connie gave her a hug. "You smell wonderful and are really silky. It is quite reassuring. Charlene could not speak. Charlene cooked a lovely brunch, which made Connie quite happy when she had freshened up.
She thought that whoever ended up with Charlene would be extremely lucky, but she kept her thoughts to herself. She sat down to eat breakfast while browsing through her phone, but soon her expression changed, and she couldn't help but ask Charlene, "Thorne's back in town? " Charlene replied, "Yeah." Connie handed Charlene her phone, and she saw that it was a post from Thorne's friend Moran, which included a number of pictures from a party they had attended the previous evening.
The caption read, "Happy Birthday to the beautiful birthday girl." Four or five of the grid's pictures showed Thorne and Vesta together, even though the occasion was supposed to be Vesta's birthday. Thorne and Vesta were gripping the same crystal knife together, particularly when cutting the cake. Since Irma and Jasmine's grandmother were close friends, it is likely that Jasmine was not present to conceal the event from the Henderson family. Irma had never liked Vesta because of something that had happened to their moms in the past. Irma would likely be incensed if she learned that Thorne had let Jasmine approach Vesta. To an outsider, Thorne and Vesta appeared to be a real relationship in the pictures.
However, it was evident that Thorne had planned this birthday celebration just for Vesta. When Charlene recalled her birthday from half a month earlier, which nobody cared about or remembered, she turned away. Connie gave her a troubled glance. "Charlene—" "It's okay. Whatever these people do doesn't concern me anymore." Charlene answered the phone on her way back. "I've asked Thorne for a divorce." Connie was completely taken aback. "You, you're the one who initiated the divorce?
" Charlene acknowledged. "Yeah. "Before, Connie didn't truly loathe Thorne. Conversely, she once admired him and even harbored a crush on him. There was a rationale behind it. Thorne was simply too remarkable. Before turning 18, Charlene had graduated from the nation's best institution, skipped three grades, and established her tech business with many patents. That was amazing enough for Connie. However, Thorne was said to have graduated from college at the age of 13. Shortly after finishing, he pursued more education overseas. He had founded a number of businesses by the time he returned, all of which had gone public. Thorne wasn't even twenty yet! Thorne's business endeavors included tourism, entertainment, technology, and medicines.
Standing in her room, Charlene felt a little uneasy but not extremely so. After all, she and Thome were married, and although they had become less common over time, they were familiar with the intimacy of marriage. Charlene had hoped that Thorne would fall in love with her ever since they were married. She never used overt seduction, though. It wasn't that she hadn't considered it; she just didn't take action because she thought it wouldn't work on him. As a result, she continued to dress modestly at night, usually in loose, button-down pajamas. She was currently wearing a loose-fitting shirt that was long enough that, even without pants, it didn't reveal too much. Charlene thought her top was appropriately modest and not intended to be seductive, so she quickly clarified, "I just forgot to grab my pants..."to avoid giving Thorne the wrong impression. But she didn't realize how well-proportioned she was, how the high-low hem of the shirt perfectly accentuated her long, fair legs, and
As she did so, Irma gave her grandson a quick gaze that spoke more than words could. Her grandson seemed unfazed and began serving Charlene food without Irma's further prodding. In a whisper, Charlene said, "Thanks." Irma continued talking about the assortment of vitamins she had brought over, saying she would choose some for Charlene and Thorne to "recharge" after supper. * Charlene simply nodded away, unable to truly say no. Irma truly mastered the art of making the ideal soup when she was younger. She insisted on personally overseeing the making of a special, healthy broth for Charlene and Thorne after supper. Irma politely but firmly pushed Charlene out of the kitchen when she volunteered to assist. Charlene ended up taking a seat on the couch.Thorne and Jasmine were both present, each engrossed in their own worlds—one fumbling with a Rubik's cube, the other looking on her phone. There was silence in the room and a lot of unsaid words in the air. Stewart sent Charlene a message a
Tears filled her eyes, and she briefly lost consciousness. But before she could finish inquiring about his health, Thorne unexpectedly took his cigarette away, gently wiped a tear from her cheek, and said, "Get some rest early." She quickly snapped back to reality, blurting out, "Thank you, so you—" Watching his leaving form, Charlene was shocked and temporarily at a loss for words.* She wasn't sure what to do next by the time she collected her thoughts. When Thorne advised her to go to bed early, did he intend for her to stay the night? They weren't legally divorced, so staying the night wasn't out of the question even if she had moved out. However, remaining in the master bedroom... Perhaps not. She collected her possessions, including a change of clothes and some everyday needs, and went to Jasmine Henderson's room after calming herself with that thinking.She stayed in Jasmine's room that evening. She awoke shortly before seven the following day. Jasmine joined Charlene after she
Fantastic! Jasmine's mood clearly improved as she skipped upstairs. When Charlene emerged from the master bedroom after shutting down her laptop and organizing her belongings, Jasmine threw herself into her arms and exclaimed, "Mommy!" "Uh-huh," Charlene said, caressing her daughter's hair but without giving her a hug in return. Jasmine joyfully chattered away, unaware of her mother's lack of affection. Thorne went upstairs at that moment. His eyes briefly met Charlene's as she drew his attention. Charlene's look was just as controlled as Thorne's. "How about Mrs. Thompson giving you a bath tonight?" she said, turning to face Jasmine. Mommy needs to talk to Daddy about something. "When Thorne heard this, he stopped in his tracks. Jasmine was in a good mood after having a great time the previous two days. She went off to have Mrs.Thompson assists her with her bath, despite her minor reluctance. "Shall we talk in the room?" Charlene suggested as she saw Thorne playing with his phone wh
Charlene was not at all shocked to see that Vesta had picked up the phone. She and Thorne were almost inseparable, after all. What if she picked up Thorne's phone? Charlene said calmly, "I'm looking for Thorne." "He's taking a shower," Vesta said icily, identifying Charlene's voice on the other end. You can let me know if you need anything. "Tell her?" Yes, she was concerned about the issue. Henley may have bought the mansion, but Vesta's uncle saw her aunt in the area today. He probably bought the mansion as a favor to Vesta's grandmother, who is now his mother-in-law. Would Charlene prevent her grandma and uncle from moving into that house if she actually told Vesta? She wouldn't, of course. Furthermore, Charlene was shocked that Vesta was ignorant about her uncle's family's intention to relocate across from their estate.Telling Vesta would therefore be useless and might even backfire. Charlene hung up the phone without saying anything. Over an hour went by, and Thorne still hadn't
Granger remained silent, giving Moran the impression that he thought it was premature to talk. Knowing that it would be pointless to press Granger, Moran turned to grin at Daisy and knelt at her level. How many times have you seen Daisy, the woman you had lunch with? Can you recall her name? Granger's hold on his cup tightened abruptly. "Moran!" "Three times!" was Daisy's direct response when questioned about Charlene, unaware of the adults' nuanced ideas and unfamiliar with Moran. "The lady's name..." Daisy couldn't exactly remember Charlene's name, and Granger hadn't even called her "Ms. Ross" when they first met earlier that day. She turned to Granger for assistance. Granger looked down and said, "Uncle, what's the lady's name?" "Next time you see her, you can ask her yourself." Daisy gave a joyful nod. "All right. Moran said to himself, "Stingy." Granger disregarded him.Daisy hesitantly gave Jasmine a crystal keychain after noticing how content she was with it. Jasmine was happy.







