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

strength to open my eyes,

plagued me all

I forced myself out of bed the next morning I went to

was difficult to locate, and after a brief conversation,

I felt utterly drained.

medicine, but there was no pharmacy

from the grocery store staff that the nearest

was also running low on

to my room to

I fell asleep

being asleep, my subconscious nagged me

find Fred to secure

trump

point, my

for it, hoping for

Atlas’s name flashed on the screen, I felt somewhat

words before I hung up, but I couldn’t remember what we

had a

of stress, that night of binge drinking,

ir stowly, I started losing

my arse from a distance, but I couldn’t respond it was de werk “Chloe… Chloe…” +15 BONUS I searched

tossed

I felt a warm sensation on my forehead

eyes, and a sharply defined face