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.

I desperately

strength to open my eyes, let alone get

plagued me all

I went to a nearby grocery store and video–called him from there, as if showing him

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

I felt utterly drained.

planned to buy some medicine, but there was no

that the nearest hospital was a long taxi

phone was also running low on

my room to charge my phone before heading

asleep again from

asleep, my subconscious nagged me that time was running

needed to find Fred

trump card against

some point, my phone rang, startling

fumbled for it, hoping

flashed on the screen, I felt somewhat

remember what we discussed, I struggled to sit up and realized I was

I had a

stress, that night of

stowly, I

werk “Chloe…

body tossed and

up!” I felt a warm sensation on

to open my eyes, and a