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.

In my delirium, I desperately longed for

couldn’t even summon the strength to open my eyes, let alone get out of

plagued me

would call, I forced myself out of bed the next morning I went to a nearby grocery store and video–called him from there, as

and after a brief

I felt utterly drained.

but there was no pharmacy in the

grocery store staff that the nearest hospital

was also running low on

I returned to my room to charge my phone before heading

I fell asleep again from

my subconscious nagged

needed to find Fred

my trump card

my

it, hoping

the screen, I

we discussed, I struggled to sit up and realized

had

night of binge

I started

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

tossed

sensation on my forehead and leaned into

struggled to open my eyes, and a sharply defined face