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.

he was being quite the gentleman, taking her empty glass and setting it aside, then reaching up to get a slice of cake from the top tier and handing it

raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained by Gaylord’s

Moran finished speaking, Vesta had already turned her attention to Charlene

indeed being very considerate with

even she might have believed that Gaylord was genuinely smitten with Charlene.

But-

and once she’s fallen

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

falling for Gaylord’s act? Or did Charlene

to another man seemingly courting Charlene. The smile on her lips widened. Moran suddenly remembered something and nudged Thorne. “By the way,

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

to partner with PrimeStar, it would certainly increase the frequency of meetings

any lingering connections between Thorne and Charlene,

chuckled, unconcerned.