Divorce Time

Chapter 117

Tonight’s campfire was anything but ordinary, featuring a spread that could rival any Thanksgiving feast, with a crackling BBQ to boot.

The base for the campfire stew was already bubbling, brewing up a hearty mix that promised plenty of warmth and comfort. Alongside, a BBQ station was set up, with a long table beside it groaning under the weight of top–notch ingredients, all prepped and ready for grilling.

The fire was lit, casting a warm glow on everyone gathered around.

Moran and the crew had already settled in, forming a cozy circle around the flames.

When Granger and Vesta returned and took their places, Vesta naturally gravitated towards Thorne.

Moran, unable to resist the allure of the marinated delights, had already sneakily started nibbling. Just as he was about to suggest they officially kick off the feast, his thoughts drifted to Charlene. He glanced over at Jasmine, saying, “Minnie, would you mind running up and inviting your mom down? Tell her we’ve got all this

mazing food down here. It’d be great if she joined us.”

Despite suspecting Charlene might just stay up in her room like she did earlier in the day, he felt it was a gesture worth making.

Vesta understood his intent perfectly.

part; whether or not Charlene chose to

she also encouraged

wasn’t too keen on having her mom

else urging her on, she felt compelled to comply.

about to set her drink down and make her way upstairs, Thorne spoke up, “Let me

silent at his

Moran chuckled, “Yeah… Thorne inviting her

sincere.”

to invite Charlene down seemed a bit too casual,

figured Thorne’s gesture was just politeness, not a sign of any deeper feelings for Charlene. After all, his indifference

her lip,

to extend the invitation, there was a good chance Charlene would actually come down. She knew

Meanwhile…

had retreated to her room, ordering food and settling down with her computer for the evening. She was just getting into her work when the door opened. Expecting Thorne to just grab something and leave, she barely glanced up. But then he spoke, “There’s a campfire feast downstairs. It’s quite the gathering. Why don’t you come down and join us

Charlene paused.

was just a formality. It couldn’t possibly mean

catch up on. I’ll pass,” she said, briefly meeting his gaze before adding, “Don’t worry. If