ログインMommy, no way. Would you please accompany me? The distance to Sapphire Springs Resort is enormous. If I go alone, it will be dull. Charlene hesitated. "Oh well." Okay. "PrimeStar was working on a new app, and Stewart called her after supper to talk about some technical problems. Charlene went outside to answer the phone as Thorne and Jasmine were chatting in the living room. Charlene ultimately concluded the call thirty minutes later. "Mommy, you've been getting a lot of calls lately, talking for hours every evening," Jasmine said, looking up at her and unable to help herself. You didn't do it before."
Thorne heard something and glanced up at her. The housekeeper realized it was true when she heard Jasmine mention it. Charlene had hardly ever talked on the phone for so long before, let alone spent so much time on it. Is Mrs. Henderson involved in an extramarital affair? The housekeeper pondered. No, that didn't seem likely. That simply couldn't be the case given Charlene's love for Thome. Charlene said, "Just some work stuff," in a quick reply. "I'm going upstairs to handle a few things." "Okay.
" Jasmine said. To begin working on the materials Stewart had supplied her, Charlene turned on her computer. Jasmine didn't want to bother her because she was so busy. She took a bath, played by herself, and then peered in once again. Over the preceding few years, Charlene had not disregarded her professional abilities. Sometimes, in her spare time, she would even create a few programs, teaching Jasmine the fundamentals when she visited, even though Jasmine was only three or four years old and frequently dozed off while listening.
Charlene ignored Jasmine and continued working as she watched. Jasmine didn't grasp much at first, but then she saw that this art looked familiar. Vesta had taken a similar action. Before going to bed, Jasmine watched for a while. Charlene worked until she was done, at which point she turned off her computer. She looked at the time and saw that it was past two in the morning. Thorne had not responded, and she had not returned to the master bedroom. Perhaps he was looking for her to spend less time with Jasmine and bunk in her room. Charlene didn't get up to prepare breakfast the next day. Jasmine awoke.
She recognized her mother had spent the night with her when she saw Charlene sleeping next to her. When Jasmine noticed Charlene was still asleep, she softly rose and walked out of the room. She yawned when she saw Thorne. "Morning, Dad." In response, Thorne only said, "Hmm." "Mommy's still asleep." "Hmm." Thorne had about completed his meal when Charlene woke up. Thorne finished his dinner and went, and they did not speak much. When it was time, Charlene went to the office as well. That evening, she left work on schedule.
Jasmine was waiting for her in the car when she arrived home. However, Thorne was still not back. Jasmine frowned as Charlene and she waited for more than twenty minutes. "Dad's taking forever." Charlene was unconcerned as she read a book calmly. The phone rang in the living room. The housekeeper reported, "Mr. Henderson says he's busy and can't make it back," a few seconds later. He will accompany you and Miss Minnie to Sapphire Springs Resort, as he has requested. With indifference, Charlene said, "Got it." Even though it was late in the evening, Thorne never showed up despite having promised to join them later.
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.







