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. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

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.

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