Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

Chapter 62 A Friendly Face in a Foreign Land

When I entered the questhouse, I shed my wet clothes and cranked up the heater. Then I hopped into the shower. Hot water poured over me, thawing my frozen body with steam.

Since I didn’t have spare clothes, I wrapped myself in a blanket. Then I boiled some water and sipped it. I didn’t care how clean the cups were, but I wished there was tea to warm me up

I

That made me laugh wryly, but my mind was racing to figure out how to meet Fred. I reached for the pamphlet and looked through the contact information. I dialed a few numbers, but no one answered. It seemed this business wasn’t customer–friendly.

I

The middle–aged man I met earlier was my only hope. However, my hope faded as the night wore on and no calls came. I eventually dozed off.

In the middle of the night, I woke up with a fever. Wrapped tightly in my blanket, I couldn’t stop shivering. My teeth chattered uncontrollab

In my delirium, I desperately longed for a sip of warm water. However, I couldn’t even summon the strength to open my eyes, let alone get out of bed. Nightmares plagued me all night.

Fearing Matthew would call, I forced myself out of bed the next morning

I went to a nearby grocery store and video–called him from there, as if showing him my hometown. The

was difficult to locate, and after a brief conversation, I

area. I learned from the grocery store staff that the nearest hospital was a long taxi ride away. My phone was also running low on

I fell asleep again from

Fred to secure the deal. This was my trump card against Matthew.

point, my phone rang, startling me. I fumbled for it, hoping for

flashed on the screen,

before I hung up, but I couldn’t remember what we discussed, I struggled to sit up and realized I

of stress, that night

I started

I

“Chloe… Chloe…”

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source of the voice, which sounded oddly

I felt a warm sensation on

sharply defined face appeared. I wondered if it

raised an eyebrow and asked,

couldn’t believe my eyes. “Why are you here?”

dozen ways to track you down,” he responded, observing me. “You