Chapter 545

Thorne's gaze lingered on Charlene for two or three seconds before he finally looked away. He seemed to be engaged in a serious conversation, but Dalton noticed where Thorne's attention truly lay-always drifting back to Charlene.

Whenever Charlene finished chatting with Stewart and moved on, Thorne's eyes would search the crowd for her again and again.

Charlene herself, meanwhile, was entirely focused on helping Stewart greet the guests. She didn't notice Thorne watching her, not even once.

Dalton, on the other hand, felt a surge of anger rise up inside him as he watched all this unfold.

When Thorne finally drew his eyes away, he turned his head and locked eyes with Dalton. Thorne offered a polite nod and a friendly smile.

Dalton's expression darkened, and the people around him immediately noticed. “Dalton, is something wrong?" one of them asked.

He took a breath and forced himself to calm down, pushing the heat of his anger back down. "It's nothing," he replied.

Thorne, for his part, nodded in return. He wanted to speak up for Vesta, to defend her, but he knew he wasn't in any position to do so.

was keep quiet, just as he always did whenever he saw something between

ever

as he glanced at

still smiling, as if she hadn't noticed anything unusual

else—more even than Dalton did. She

her wine glass. The practiced smile she wore was starting


phone rang, breaking

answering, her expression changed slightly. “Okay, I understand. I'll

As soon as she hung up, he stepped closer. “What happened?"

She's on her way to the hospital now. I'm worried. I need to go check on

with you," Thorne said

a moment, feeling an unexpected ache in her chest. She'd thought he'd be reluctant to leave the party, that he wouldn't come with

"Let's tell Mr. Ferguson before

"...Okay."

of a lively conversation with

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