Chapter 528

By the time Charlene finally wrapped up her work, it was already past ten.

Autumn had settled in, and after days of rain, the temperature had dropped sharply. She'd spent hours hunched over her laptop, and now a chill crept into her bones. As she closed her computer and stood to get ready for a shower, a sudden shiver ran through her, followed by a string of sneezes.

After showering, she noticed her nose had started to run, and her throat felt dry and raw, as if scorched from the inside out.

Realizing she was probably coming down with a cold, Charlene remembered the staff in the old manor would all be asleep by now. So, she padded downstairs herself and made a quick pot of hot soup to ward off the chill.

Feeling a little better after the soup and some cold medicine she found in the kitchen, she returned upstairs-only to hear Thorne's voice behind her. "Still awake?"

Charlene glanced over her shoulder. "Not for long."

She was exhausted and had no energy for conversation. "I'm heading to bed," she said simply, turning to retreat to Jasmine's room. She fell asleep almost the moment her head hit the pillow.

She wasn't sure how much time had passed before she floated up from the depths of sleep to the sound of Jasmine's small voice beside her.

"Mommy, you're really warm..."

entering. Charlene tried to open her eyes, but her head felt thick

head ached and

swung her legs out of bed, someone was suddenly

to open her

it to her. She took it automatically, intending to thank him, but her throat was so


picked up the phone. "Could you bring up some soup, please?" he asked into the

helped clear her head a little. As she

she wasn't

in Thorne's

of her; there was even an open book lying

turned back to her. Your fever was 103.6 about ten minutes

her attention

still gloomy-it looked like

a meeting this morning and couldn't help but ask, "What time is

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