Se connecterDriving away from the stables, Charlene was at a loss for where to go next. Connie and Stewart were preoccupied with their own affairs. She considered coming to the Ross estate, but with Jasmine away, doing so there alone would only alarm the grandmother... As she considered her alternatives, she drove past a wetland park crowded with families camping and young adults out with their parents enjoying a day in the sun. Charlene felt a mixture of envy and melancholy as she observed the loving couples and happy families. After a period of driving, she suddenly pulled over and called a number on her phone, hesitating before making the call. "Hello, how's my mother doing?" She inquired as the call connected. One hour and a half later.
Harmony Health Retreat. Charlene stood in the courtyard and saw Sybil Ross from a distance. Her mother sat on a chair, looking lifeless and fragile, in sharp contrast to the vibrant lady she remembered from childhood. Despite becoming accustomed to the sight, Charlene's heart ached. "The same as always, no change," the director said quietly after a while. Sybil was unable to communicate with people from her past without risking relapse into chaos. Charlene didn't want to disturb her when she was in such a rare moment of tranquility. Charlene carefully fled the courtyard after a little pause, fearing Sybil would notice her. She walked out, thanking the director and the workers that cared for her mother. "Ms. Ross, it's our duty," they said.
Charlene left the retreat with a heavy heart after one last look through the glass, leaving some books and personal belongings for Sybil. On her way back, she passed the wetland park again, and the sight of kites in the sky persuaded her to turn around and go inside. The park was breezy and sunny, providing a magnificent scene. However, being alone in a crowd made her feel out of place. She was thinking about buying a kite when she was abruptly approached by a small hand tugging on her fingers. "Lady." Charlene looked down, surprised to see Daisy nodding but not releasing her grip. "Daisy—" Granger appeared, paused to see Charlene, and then approached. "Are you here for some fun too?" "Yeah." "Did you come with Minnie?"
Looking down, Charlene's voice was quiet. "No, just me." Granger fell silent for a little period as she realized her circumstances. Daisy smiled up at Charlene and said, "Lady, let's fly a kite together." Charlene pondered leaving because her and Granger's acquaintance was fairly superficial. "Can't, sweetie." "I have other things to do," Charlene politely rejected. Daisy's face fell. "Oh..." Granger interjected. "Why don't you join us? It's only the two of us." He appeared to anticipate her thoughts, saying, "I'll merely watch over. It's like giving Daisy a new companion. "Charlene did like Daisy quite a bit. *And, well... She did not want to be alone at the moment. When she heard this, she did not say no. They chose a kite and a blue butterfly, both of which were their favorites. Charlene had some kite experience, having flown them on previous occasions with Jasmine. However, the kite they chose this time was a little huge and difficult for Daisy to hold on her own. Granger moved in quietly to help, allowing for an unexpected moment of intimacy.
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.







