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 hung up. I felt utterly

buy some medicine, but there was no pharmacy in the area. I learned from the grocery store staff that the nearest hospital

out. However, I fell asleep again from exhaustion. Despite being asleep, my subconscious nagged me that time

needed to find Fred to secure the deal. This was my

point, my phone rang, startling me. I fumbled for it, hoping for a message from Fred. When

the screen,

discussed, I struggled to sit up and realized

accumulation of stress, that night

I started

my arse from a distance, but I couldn’t respond it

“Chloe… Chloe…”

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searched for the source of the voice, which sounded oddly close.

on my

struggled to open my eyes, and a sharply defined face

are you awake?” He raised an eyebrow

my eyes. “Why are

and had a dozen ways