Divorce Time

But neither of them said a word about it.

Charlene and Stewart were busy chatting with others, completely oblivious to the silent exchange of glances happening between them.

Charlene, having skipped dinner, soon slipped away from the crowd and headed toward the buffet to grab a

bite.

Gaylord followed her, striking up a conversation as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Moran happened to be at the buffet too. He noticed them and whatever he saw made him pause, letting out a low whistle before turning back to Thorne and Vesta. “Looks like Gaylord’s taken a shine to Charlene,” he said, smirking. “Did you see the way he was looking at her? Classic puppy eyes.”

Thorne, curious, looked where Moran was staring. Sure enough, there was Charlene, busy chatting away with

Gaylord.

Gaylord’s eyes, as he looked down at Charlene, were full of that soft, intense gaze men sometimes have when they’re truly interested in a woman.

empty glass and setting it aside, then reaching up to get a slice of cake from the top tier and handing it to her.

an eyebrow, clearly entertained by Gaylord’s

soon as Moran finished speaking, Vesta had already turned her attention

very

even she might have believed that

But-

once she’s fallen for him, he’ll

said, Vesta glanced at Charlene again, noticing how animated she seemed while chatting

Gaylord’s act? Or did Charlene

little, knowing smile. She glanced at Thorne, watching his nonchalant reaction to another man seemingly courting Charlene. The smile on her lips widened. Moran suddenly remembered something and nudged Thorne. “By the way,

a sip of his drink, replying, “There’s a crowd over there. I’ll catch up with him later.”

it would certainly increase the frequency of

a partnership to prevent any lingering connections between Thorne and Charlene, but as far

simply chuckled, unconcerned.