Divorce Time

Chapter 34

So, when Vesta had her birthday, Thome had Granger and the gang throw her a celebration. And for Vesta’s race, they all came to cheer

her on.

People were saying that Vesta had really clicked with Granger’s group. They had become so close that if Thorne wasn’t around, it still wasn’t a full get–together without Vesta. She had become like family to them.

Perhaps because of this, over the past few years, Granger and his friends started to give her the cold shoulder. Back then, Charlene had tried to get on good terms with Granger and the guys, but they wouldn’t give her the time of day.

No chance whatsoever. They were outright cold to her. Charlene had her pride, too. Since they had made their stance clear, she didn’t push it. But she’d still greet them politely if needed whenever they crossed paths.

Yet, more often than not, she’d be met with their indifference or even scorn. This time, Charlene decided she wouldn’t even bother speaking. She brushed past them, ready to leave.

But then Granger said, “Ms. Ross, you have an interest in racing?”

His tone was chilly.

up on his insinuation right away. He was suspecting

was

thought someone like you, Ms. Ross, wouldn’t seem to enjoy racing, so I was

in the eye. “Mr. Harden, do we know each other well? Do you understand me well? Since you think know me so well, why don’t you enlighten

you

cunning. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have done something so despicable to get Thorne back in the day. Afterward, she dared to

staring at Charlene. He couldn’t be bothered to judge her. Nor did he care

spoke to him was different from their past encounters. It was as if she had dropped all pretenses,

because Charlene’s gaze was cold, sharp, clear, and tinged with sarcasm. It was almost as if she was mocking him for saying

care what Granger thought. She turned around and

Charlene dropped him off near the school, it was eleven at night.

there’s a place nearby that has great late–night snacks. My

craving something warm to fill her stomach, so she agreed. No sooner had they

on him. “Charlene, you…