Unknown Divorce Revelation Beyond Time

By the time Charlene finished her work and finally came back to herself, she realized with a jolt that York was no longer in the spot he'd been before.

The days that followed blurred together as she worked around the clock, barely stopping for a breath. Only after several more days of exhaustion did she finally wrap up her tasks. She collapsed into bed and slept straight through for nearly twenty-four hours, waking up with her mind clearer, her body lighter, though her complexion was still noticeably paler than before she'd first entered the facility.

That day, she did little beyond sleep, hardly eating a thing. By evening, hunger finally crept in, and she decided to head to the cafeteria for a bite. On her way there, she happened to run into York, who was coming from the other dormitory wing.

He looked at her with a flicker of surprise. "I thought you'd already left the base," he said.

Given the gravity of the recent events, he'd guessed when she might have arrived. Now that everything had been resolved perfectly, he assumed she would've completed her mission and left as soon as yesterday.

Charlene shook her head. "I still have a few things to handle. I'll need to stay a little longer."

The truth was, she should have left yesterday, but Kenton had asked for her help with some additional matters, so she'd postponed her departure.

York's smile was gentle as he nodded, letting her know he understood. He could tell she was still a bit groggy-probably just now awake after sleeping a whole day and night.

didn't press for details. Instead, he asked, "Heading to

"...Yeah."

if I join

they'd picked up their food, they sat down across from

them, but he'd managed to get Stewart's contact information. From Stewart, he learned that by the

and wouldn't be back anytime soon... In other words, Charlene most likely wasn't

harbor romantic feelings for him—at least not yet York knew better than to push. So, over dinner, he refrained from asking about her marital status, or prying into personal matters like whether her child was a boy or a girl, how old they were, or what kind of personality they had. Instead, he steered the conversation toward

Charlene had plenty to

and before long, Charlene's phone

dabbed at the corner of her mouth with a napkin, then stood up. "I've got an emergency to deal with. Enjoy

at her, his voice

to leave, but just as she turned to go, her eyes met his. For a split second, she paused. She saw something in his gaze-a flicker of longing,

and looked away, uncertain.