FAZER LOGINThe gathering happened on a cold morning. Thorne, Henderson Group's highly sought-after CEO, was scheduled to make an appearance. When Thorne eventually made his big entry, fashionably late as usual, Charlene and the others had barely finished their morning coffees and had taken their seats in the conference room. Sunny, the newest member of the squad, gasped out as he stepped in, her eyes glimmering with appreciation. Until the conference really started, Sunny seemed to lose her sense of location due to her fascination with Thorne and had to jolt back to reality. She muttered, "Mr. Henderson is seriously handsome!" and nudged Charlene.
Without taking her eyes from her laptop, Charlene, who had only looked up once when Thorne walked in, gave a noncommittal "Hmm" in response. Sunny was taken aback by Charlene's seeming disinterest in Thorne, but she then recalled that Charlene was contentedly married and had children. Her response—or lack thereof—made sense all of a sudden. As Charlene dutifully took notes on her laptop during the discussion, Sunny became sidetracked and kept looking back at Thorne. Thorne was the first to depart after the conference, and the rest followed suit gradually. Until Josh arrived to pick up the minutes from Charlene, Sunny's heart was fluttering with anticipation.
That jolted her back to the present. According to Josh, who was looking over the notes Charlene had collected, "Nice work, as always." "Just doing my job," Charlene retorted as Josh left. Sunny eventually came to the realization that she had no idea what they had talked about throughout the discussion. Overwhelmed by the intricacy of the language employed, she quickly begged Charlene to share her notes. "Charlene, did you study architecture or something?" "No," replied Charlene, "I read books and did what I could on my own." Charlene had taken the time to learn about the many sectors Henderson Group had investments in.
She had become the leader of the secretarial staff at such a young age in part because of her commitment. In an attempt to learn more, Sunny was impressed and requested Charlene share her reading list. Sunny was intimidated and determined when Charlene emailed her a preliminary reading list by midday. Josh told Charlene to make a few cups of coffee for Thorne's visitors later that day, saying he would stop over to get them. Charlene had always prepared Thorne's coffee, Sunny found out.
Sunny inquired as to if Charlene had brought Thorne the coffee. Although she often didn't, Charlene clarified that there were times when the team was overly preoccupied. Sunny's eyes glowed as she saw an opening. Could you show me how to prepare his coffee, Charlene? I'd like to study even if I don't have many opportunities. Despite seeing through Sunny's deception, Charlene consented to teach her. Charlene had, after all, long since gone past any personal aspirations concerning Thorne. Thorne enjoyed her coffee-making abilities, so she didn't mind sharing them.Just then, Josh stepped into the break room, catching the tail end of the conversation and pausing in surprise.He and Coy had always believed Charlene would never be content to leave the company. They thought she would seize any opportunity to stay.
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.







