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.

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 to

eyebrow, clearly entertained by Gaylord’s attentive

soon as Moran finished speaking, Vesta had already turned

was indeed being very

the truth, even she

But-

and once she’s fallen for him, he’ll drop her like

Charlene again, noticing how animated she seemed while chatting

did Charlene truly believe Gaylord was

cracked a 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

his drink, replying, “There’s a crowd over

Group were to partner with PrimeStar, it would certainly increase the frequency

try to sabotage such a partnership to prevent any lingering connections between Thorne and Charlene, but as far as Vesta was

chuckled,