Boss, Your Wife's Asking For A Divorce, Again

Chapter 502 Our Secret Hideout

“I’m not sure about that,” the admin said while shaking her head. “Perhaps you can give him a call.”

“Alright. Thank you so much for your help!” Sonia beamed at the staff before turning to head out of the building. While walking back to her car, she pulled her phone out to dial Charles’ number. However, once the call went through, Sonia was greeted by the flat, robotic tone of a female instead of Charles’ voice. “Hello. The number you’ve dialed is unavailable. Please try again later…”

Sonia frowned as she pulled the phone away from her ear. That’s odd. Did Charles turn his phone off? What’s up with him? Sonia bit her bottom lip as she stuck a finger out to tap on her phone screen. She made another call—this time, she contacted Grace.

Grace’s phone wasn’t turned off, and she picked up the phone after it rang for a while. “What a surprise, Sonia! Why are you calling?” Grace’s gentle and warm voice filled Sonia’s ear once the call went through.

Sonia smiled. “I’m calling because I miss you, of course! Apart from that, I also have something to ask you.”

“What is it?” Grace sat down on the couch and elegantly sipped on her coffee.

Sonia leaned against her car seat as she explained herself. “Well, I was wondering… Do you know if Charles is home now?”

“Charles?” Grace shook her head. “He’s not home. He should be in the office at this hour.”

“He’s not here,” Sonia uttered as she rubbed her temples. Grace put her coffee cup down when she heard this. “He’s not in the office, huh?”

“Yeah.”

might have gone to supervise one of the factories. Why don’t you just call him if

while ago, but he had his phone turned off.” Sonia rested her forehead against her palm as

no one ever manages to find him when he decides to hide. I’m surprised that he’s

in her eyes. “He called me earlier, and we had a decent chat. However, he sounded rather emotional toward the end of the call, and he disappeared after that. I’m not sure what to do with

together,” Grace offered. Sonia nodded as she gave Grace a summary of her conversation with Charles earlier. After Grace listened to

heart sinking when she realized this. “Why are you being so quiet, Mrs. Lane? Did I do something to

This has to do with his own issues.” There was a hint of frustration

Sonia tilted her head sideways—she felt more confused than ever. “Have you figured out what’s wrong with Charles,

this a long time ago. I told him to gather his courage and to stop

heard what Grace said, she had a vague idea of what was going on. However, she wasn’t too sure if her guess was

is right. I have to go now. I’m meeting a few other ladies for our facial appointment, and I should be heading

the call was over, Sonia threw her phone aside and pinched the bridge of her nose. Did she just ask me to ignore Charles? How could I do that? We’ve been friends for more than 20 years now. We grew up together! Furthermore, it seems like his sudden change in

to Charles. With a finger tapping against her right temple, Sonia made a mental list of all the possible places that Charles might visit. After thinking about it for a while, Sonia widened her eyes as she jolted upright in her seat. I got it! I know where he might be! Perhaps he went to the park that we used

incident that occurred when she was eight years old. Back then, Sandra slapped Sonia on the face, and Sonia ran out of her house while bawling her eyes out. Coincidentally, Charles had shown up on her front doorstep to ask her to play. When Charles found out that Sonia had been slapped, he gave Sandra a harsh scolding. Sandra was furious, so she lifted a broom to attack Charles. However, Charles didn’t

was an abandoned spot, and it was also Charles’ secret hideout. When they were there, Sonia could laugh and joke all she wished to—Sandra wouldn’t be there to complain about how noisy Sonia was. When Sonia was

Charles called her out to play, they would meet at their secret hideout. That spot practically held all of the happiest memories that Sonia and Charles had shared throughout their childhood and adolescent years. When did I stop visiting our secret hideout? I think it has been about six years now. I stopped going to that