Divorce Time 34
So, when Vesta had her birthday, Thome had Granger and the gang throw her a celebration. And for Vesta’s race, they all came to cheer
her on.
People were saying that Vesta had really clicked with Granger’s group. They had become so close that if Thorne wasn’t around, it still wasn’t a full get-together without Vesta. She had become like family to them.
Perhaps because of this, over the past few years, Granger and his friends started to give her the cold shoulder. Back then, Charlene had tried to get on good terms with Granger and the guys, but they wouldn’t give her the time of day. No chance whatsoever. They were outright cold to her. Charlene had her pride, too. Since they had made their stance clear, she didn’t push it. But she’d still greet them politely if needed whenever they crossed paths.
Yet, more often than not, she’d be met with their indifference or even scorn. This time, Charlene decided she wouldn’t even bother speaking. She brushed past them, ready to leave.
But then Granger said, “Ms. Ross, you have an interest in racing?”
His tone was chilly.
Charlene picked up on his insinuation right away. He was suspecting she was here stalking Thorne.
She turned around, and her voice was icy. “What are you getting at?”
Granger wasn’t embarrassed that Charlene had guessed his thoughts. “I thought someone like you, Ms. Ross, wouldn’t seem to enjoy racing, so I was curious.”
“Someone like me?” Charlene looked him straight in the eye. “Mr. Harden, do we know each other well? Do you understand me well? Since you think know me so well, why don’t you enlighten me on what kind of person I am?”
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To Granger, Charlene always seemed quiet, gentle, and timid. But he felt that was a facade. In reality, Charlene was cunning. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have done something so despicable to get Thorne back in the day. Afterward, she dared to play innocent, refusing to admit her actions.
Granger remained silent, staring at Charlene. He couldn’t be bothered to judge her. Nor did he care to.
However, how Charlene spoke to him was different from their past encounters. It was as if she had dropped all pretenses, no longer wanting to play the part.
But it wasn’t quite like that either because Charlene’s gaze was cold, sharp, clear, and tinged with sarcasm. It was almost as if she was mocking him for saying he had her all figured out, putting himself on moral high ground to judge her without knowing the story. Charlene didn’t care what Granger thought. She turned around and walked away.
Claudia had rented an apartment near the school for Terence. When Charlene dropped him off near the school, it was eleven at night. Terence was still growing, and even though he had dinner, he was hungry again.
He said, “Charlene, there’s a place nearby that has great late-night snacks. My treat.
Charlene hadn’t had dinner and was craving something warm to fill her stomach, so she agreed. No sooner had they sat down than Charlene’s stomach growled.
Terence paused, and then it dawned on him. “Charlene, you… haven’t had dinner?”
“Nope.”
Terence immediately felt guilty. “Sorry, Charlene. It’s all my fault.”
“It’s okay. I wasn’t hungry earlier.”
Terence saw Charlene’s gentle smile and had mixed feelings. He thought Charlene was great. But it was too bad his brother could’t see it that way.