Se connecterThat is, she was responsible for caring for Jasmine every weekend. Thorne's visits to Jasmine have been more regular in recent years, for unknown reasons. If Thorne was unable due to personal or truly unavoidable circumstances, it was up to Charlene to step in and take Jasmine under her wing. Charlene returned to the townhouse. During dinner, she casually asked Jasmine where she wanted to travel for the weekend. After a moment of reflection, Jasmine shook her head. "I don't really want to go anywhere special." Charlene knew Jasmine had a long list of locations she wanted to visit; she simply preferred spending her weekends with Thorne and Vesta. Jasmine's desire to do anything else had waned because neither of them was present.
Not wishing to force the matter, Charlene suggested a new activity: "How about horseback riding?" It had been a long time since Jasmine had ridden a horse. Her interest was peaked, and she enthusiastically nodded. "Yes, please!" The following day, Charlene took Jasmine to the local equestrian center. Charlene overheard Jasmine conversing with the riding instructor while her back was turned. "My dad and Vesta are both fantastic horseback riders, and they're also quite cool. It's very bad they couldn't join me today..."
Charlene hesitated at the entryway, not wanting to disrupt their talk. The instructor noticed her and rose to meet her. "Ms. Ross," Charlene nodded, and the instructor said, "I'll call someone else to help you." "That'd be great, thank you," Charlene said. Even though Charlene was a superb horseback rider, she mainly focused on Jasmine during their previous visits and rarely rode herself. It had been roughly three to four years since she had last ridden a horse. Charlene, initially wary, permitted the instructor to accompany her. However, after demonstrating her ease and competence on the horse, she confidently snatched the reins and galloped away with a flick of her riding crop. After several laps, Charlene went to check on Jasmine. She approached and paused a long distance away at the sight of Thorne and Vesta.
They were unexpectedly present. Jasmine was contentedly holding to Vesta's leg, and the three were having a pleasant chat. Soon later, Jasmine and Vesta mounted a horse, with Jasmine leading and Vesta following. Thorne mounted another horse. And the two horses walked side by side, the three on top chatting and joking, giving the impression that they were a close-knit family. Charlene removed her attention and turned to go as they slowly went away without recognizing her presence. Thorne's call arrived after she had changed out of her riding gear and taken a moment to recover. Charlene responded, "Hello?" Thorne said over the phone, "I'm also at the equestrian center." "I will take Minnie." "Alright," Charlene said. Thorne quickly hung up the phone once she finished speaking. Charlene had been waiting for this call to finalize Jasmine's arrangements. She took her suitcase and left.
Driving away from the stables, Charlene found herself at a loss for where to go next. Connie and Stewart were busy with their own things. She considered returning to the Ross estate, but with Jasmine away, going back alone would just worry the matriarch...
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.







