LOGINA cold shiver went through Stewart and Charlene. "We're already on that, developing a new product line," Stewart added swiftly. By next year, we ought to have some examples prepared. "Kenton said icily, 'Uh-huh,'" and added, "Don't come see me again until you finish getting it done." Stewart and Charlene said, "Yes, Professor Wagner." Once more, Kenton added, "Send me a review tonight." Charlene and Stewart quickly understood that their mentor's use of the word "review" referred to a technical synopsis of today's show entries. Both Stewart and Charlene nodded. "Yes, sir." As the discussion came to an end, Stewart hastily added, "Professor Wagner, completing it in one night might be challenging." Not only was it difficult, but it was
displays and the in-depth study that would add thousands of pages. In one evening, how could they sum it all up? Kenton glanced at them instead of responding. Even though Kenton was a kind man, few could resist his stare. Stewart straightened up at once. "I understand. "We'll finish it!" Charlene couldn't speak. It was obvious that they had finished talking to Kenton at that moment. Kenton then looked at Charlene. Charlene stood up straight. "Professor Wagner." "What were you thinking?" Kenton looked at her icily and turned to walk away. Charlene was taken aback. Stewart clarified, saying, "He was talking about your husband." "Look at the partner you've chosen!" was what Kenton intended, and Charlene understood.
Charlene inquired, "But...Did they say anything?" She and Stewart had been far from the front row of the meeting room earlier. She could not hear what Thorne and Vesta had said when they greeted Kenton following his speech. Stewart gave a headshake. "No idea." Charlene could not think of anything to say. Alright. They were so engrossed in their chat that they were unaware when Vesta and Laverne emerged and observed them conversing with Kenton. "Don't worry," Laverne assured Vesta as he saw Kenton's figure leave. Charlene is not as knowledgeable as you are. It doesn't help her to know Kenton; she is unable to learn from him. Vesta grinned.
"I know." "Let's go," she said. Stewart and Charlene have no intention of leaving just yet. Going home so soon would be unfortunate, and that was a great chance for networking. They went back to the exhibition hall after Kenton had left. They ran across Thorne again, but neither he nor Charlene approached him. They appeared to be strangers to everyone else. Nor did Vesta and her group depart. In a jewelry store, Henley had boldly shown his interest in Charlene. But unlike the previous time, he didn't visit despite multiple interactions. Charlene laughed at it, but she could see why. Everyone knew Henley was Vesta's father, after all, and Vesta was present. Henley would find himself in a difficult situation as a father if he approaches her and finds out that she is married to Thorne.
Vesta would be on the verge of being drowned in criticism. It was blatantly obvious how much Henley favored Vesta. Henley wanted to keep his distance from Charlene at these gatherings, yet he couldn't resist getting to know Stewart. So, when Charlene took a break to head to the restroom, Henley came over to Stewart with Vesta and Laverne.
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.







