FAZER LOGINGranger looked at Thorne, paused, and then acknowledged the gesture. "Thanks, man." As they sipped their beverages and engaged in discussion, they clinked their glasses together. Thorne looked at Granger for a moment longer than normal. "What's up?" Granger inquired, meeting his eyes. In response, Moran said, "You seem... off today." Thorne silently agreed with Moran's opinion as a smile appeared on his face. "Do I?" Granger asked nonchalantly, unaffected. Moran's eyebrows went up. He asked, "Don't you?" Granger sipped his drink slowly and refrained from responding. Some people approached them at that point to say hello. Granger looked at the time after they were gone, concerned that Daisy could be growing hungry.
He was about to see how she was doing when Daisy and Jasmine came back. Daisy said, "Uncle, can I have some of those cupcakes over there?" Daisy was on a limited diet due to allergies, so Granger responded, "You sit here; I'll get it for you." "All right. Conversely, Jasmine had no dietary limitations and was accustomed to being on her own. "Dad, want some?" she asked Thorne as she reached for some food. Ruffling her hair, Thorne said, "I'm good, thanks." Vesta showed Jasmine some of her delectable discoveries while the children were munching on their munchies. Jasmine gladly agreed. "Thanks, Ms. Hawkins."
Perplexed, Daisy glanced up at Vesta before turning to face Jasmine. She said, "Minnie, isn't this lady your mom?" Daisy's question caused the room to go silent. After pausing, Jasmine shook her head. "Nope." "So, you don't have a mom either?" Daisy inquired warily. Once more, Jasmine shook her head. "No, I do have a mom." "Oh..." While souvenirs were being distributed on the ship, Daisy noticed a crystal keychain and snatched two of them. Jasmine also enjoyed those final ones. Jasmine was obliged to inquire, "Daisy, could you share one with me?" after noticing that Daisy had taken both. I want to give it to Ms. Hawkins.
Hawkins." Daisy paused before acknowledging, "I... I wanted to give one to my new acquaintance..." Daisy told Jasmine about her day with Charlene, saying, "Today, my uncle and a lady took me to fly kites; we went fishing, rode bikes, and chased butterflies... She is really pretty; she would love this crystal..." The grownups, who had been observing the children's chat with little interest, now focused on Granger. "Granger, what's going on?" Moran said right away. Or perhaps I should ask, "What's already happening?" As his excitement grew, he asked, "When did this happen?," without waiting for Granger to answer. "How come you didn't tell us, 08:40 A.M., Thorne?" Thorne grinned, but he continued to look at Granger, wondering what he would say. Granger maintained his composure.
"We just bumped into each other by chance." "Really?" Moran was doubtful, as though trying to piece things together. "So, you two also had lunch together? It turns out that you have assistance. I was wondering how you handled children so well. Granger said nothing. Thorne gave him a final glance and said, "You're into her." Granger paused and started to say something, but in the end he didn't refute it. Vesta's smile faded a little as she was taken aback. Granger said nothing. Thorne gave him a final glance and said, "You're into her." Granger paused and started to say something, but in the end he didn't refute it. Vesta's smile faded a little as she was taken aback. "Holy smokes, it's actually true?" Unaware that his guess would be correct, Moran had been joking. "Who is she? Do we know her?" he inquired hastily. "Why haven't you introduced her to us?"
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.







