Beyond the Divorce

Chapter 62 A Friendly Face in a Foreign Land When I entered the questhouse, I shed my wet clothes and cranked up the heater.

Then I hopped into the shower.

Hot water poured over me, thawing my frozen body with steam.

Since I didn’t have spare clothes, I wrapped myself in a blanket.

Then I boiled some water and sipped it.

I didn’t care how clean the cups were, but I wished there was tea to warm me up I That made me laugh wryly, but my mind was racing to figure out how to meet Fred.

I reached for the pamphlet and looked through the contact information.

I dialed a few numbers, but no one answered.

It seemed this business wasn’t customer–friendly.

I The middle–aged man I met earlier was my only hope.

However, my hope faded as the night wore on and no calls came.

I eventually dozed off.

In the middle of the night, I woke up with a fever.

Wrapped tightly in my blanket, I couldn’t stop shivering.

chattered uncontrollab In my delirium, I desperately longed for a sip

open

me all

Matthew would call, I forced myself out of bed the next morning I went to

difficult to locate, and after a brief conversation, I hung

I felt utterly drained.

buy some medicine, but there was no

staff that the nearest hospital was a long taxi

phone was also running low

room to charge

fell asleep

nagged me that time

needed to find Fred to secure

trump card against

point, my phone rang,

for it, hoping for a

name flashed on the screen, I

a few words before I hung up, but I couldn’t remember what we discussed, I struggled to sit up and realized I was burning up and

I had

stress, that night of

I started

distance, but I couldn’t respond it was de werk “Chloe… Chloe…” +15 BONUS I searched for the source of the voice, which sounded oddly

tossed and

warm sensation on

I struggled to open my eyes, and a sharply defined