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.

my delirium, I desperately longed

the strength to open my

me

call, I forced myself out of bed the next morning I went to a nearby

and after a brief conversation, I hung

I felt utterly drained.

buy some medicine, but there was

the grocery store staff that the nearest hospital was

was also running low

to my room to charge my

asleep

subconscious nagged me that time was running

to find Fred

was my trump

point, my phone rang, startling

it, hoping for a message

name flashed on the screen, I

I couldn’t remember what we discussed, I struggled to sit up and realized I was burning up and shivering

had a

stress, that night of binge drinking,

ir stowly, I started losing

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

body tossed and

warm sensation on my forehead and leaned

I struggled to open my eyes, and a