ログインWith a pause, Granger replied, "I'll shoot you the account details." "Thank you," said Charlene courteously, "and I'm sorry to have bothered you. I also value what you accomplished today. "No worries," Granger said nonchalantly before hanging up first. "The guy who fixed your car today?" inquired Stewart, who was listening in. Granger had by then provided a picture of the auto repair bill along with his bank account information. After giving it a quick glance and launching her mobile payment app, Charlene said, "Yeah."
Stewart could tell that Charlene and Granger were not on good terms based on the tone of their talk. Without a doubt, he knew Granger, and he was aware that Charlene also knew him. However, he knew that Charlene and Granger were not really friendly. Therefore, Stewart was unaware that she was speaking to Granger, even though Charlene called the person on the other end Mr. Harden. Without hesitation, Charlene sent Granger the precise amount. She then wrote a note of appreciation. After that, Sarah and Stewart started working on the "homework" that Kenton had given them. They compiled the key technologies from every show they had viewed into a PowerPoint presentation.
Nevertheless, considering the quantity of exhibits, it was already after two in the morning when they completed and emailed the content to Kenton. Charlene declined Stewart's invitation to stay over since he was tired and lacked a change of clothes. Charlene had a shower before going to bed after Stewart, who was limping from her injuries, left. Stewart had thought she would take a few days off to recover before going back to work, but her foot wasn't gravely hurt. The next morning, Charlene made the decision to work from home instead of going out. Shortly after waking up, Jasmine called. "Mommy, is your foot feeling any better?" "Yeah, a bit better," Charlene said, testing her foot in the kitchen as she prepared breakfast.
That's excellent. Jasmine, who was also eating breakfast, was at a loss for words. Charlene knew. This wasn't how things had always been. There used to be countless stories that Jasmine could tell her. However, throughout the past two years, their communication has decreased. Jasmine would go to Vesta first whenever she had something to say, progressively leaving fewer and fewer words for their mother-daughter exchanges. On the surface, Jasmine appeared worried about her injury. The worry was real, but not excessive. Jasmine used to scream uncontrollably and cling to Mom constantly after even a slight hurt or cold.
Eager to take care of her, console her, and be by her side. Back then, she was a tiny beacon of hope. However, without Charlene even realizing it, Jasmine had transferred that warmth to Vesta. Similar to the previous time Vesta was ill, Jasmine hurried to see how she was doing after breakfast, surreptitiously messaging Vesta behind Charlene's back. She then had her chauffeur take her to see Vesta directly after school. Jasmine might have insisted on receiving her address the night before and had the driver take her over if she was concerned about her. However, she failed to show up. "Dad, do you want to talk to Mommy on the phone?" Jasmine asked Thorne, who was seated across from her during breakfast, when she was at a loss for words with Charlene.
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.







