Beyond the Divorce

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 teeth chattered uncontrollab In my delirium, I desperately longed for a sip of warm water.

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

Nightmares plagued me all night.

Fearing Matthew 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 if showing him my hometown.

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

I felt utterly drained.

I had planned to buy some medicine, but there was no pharmacy in the area.

I learned from the grocery store staff that the nearest hospital was a long taxi ride away.

My phone was also running low on battery.

Reluctantly, I returned to my room to charge my phone before heading out.

However, I fell asleep again from exhaustion.

Despite being asleep, my subconscious nagged me that time was running out.

I needed to find Fred to secure the deal.

This was my trump card against Matthew.

At some point, my phone rang, startling me.

I fumbled for it, hoping for a message from Fred.

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

We exchanged a few words before I hung up, but I couldn’t remember what we discussed, I struggled to sit up and realized I was burning up and shivering uncontrollably.

Tknow I had a fever.

The accumulation of stress, that night of binge drinking, and the rain all contributed.

to ir stowly, I started losing consciousness.

And my arse from a distance, but I couldn’t respond it was de werk “Chloe… Chloe…” +15 BONUS I searched for the source of the voice, which sounded oddly close.

My body tossed and turned.

“Chloe, wake up!” I felt a warm sensation on my forehead and leaned into it.

“Chloe…” I struggled to open my eyes, and a sharply defined face appeared.

I wondered if it was a hallucination.

“Chloe, are you awake?” He raised an eyebrow and asked, “Feeling better?” I couldn’t believe my eyes.

“Why are you here?” “I was in town on business and had a dozen ways to track you down,” he responded, observing me.

“You have a high fever.

Aren’t you just asking for trouble by not going to the hospital?” Despite feeling sorrowful, I licked my dry lips and replied.

“It’s fine.

I just fell asleep.” Atlas didn’t like that.

He frowned and said impatiently, “You’ve got no sense of self–preservation! You have no idea how bad this can get. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Why don’t you tell me what’s going on?” I chuckled bitterly, tears flowing despite my best efforts.

Time seemed to stand still as we both fell silent.

After a while, he touched my forehead, checking my temperature.

“The fever’s gone!” Before I could ask him why he was there, a knock on the door interrupted our conversation.

The door swung open, and two people hurried in.

I stared at them in surprise.

Atlas, however, remained unfazed.

He looked at me and remarked, “Looks like we have some unexpected