NovelEnglishChapter 37 Just then, Josh stepped into the break room, catching the tail end of the conversation and pausing in surprise.
He and Coy had always believed Charlene would never be content to leave the company. They thought she would seize any opportunity to stay. When Sunny, Charlene's replacement, showed up for work the day before, they half-expected Charlene to make a move. After all, Sunny was beautiful.
How could Charlene be comfortable leaving someone like Sunny around Thorne? But over the past few days, Charlene hadn't just accepted Sunny, she'd actually started getting along with her pretty well. And she was even passing on her coffee-making secrets to Sunny. What on earth was going on? Josh couldn't figure it out, and Charlene wasn't giving anything away.
She diligently completed her work and declined Sunny's dinner invitation, planning instead to head hfor a quick meal before diving back into her research on Al.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNo sooner had she left the office than her phone rang.
It was Jasmine. "Mommy, are you off work?" Charlene got into her car and asked, "Yeah. What's up?" Jasmine said, "I want mac and cheese and chicken noodle soup. Could you make sfor me?" Charlene paused. She and Thorne hadn't officially divorced yet. And Thorne hadn't asked her to move out. She was heading hto cook dinner for her daughter, confident Thorne wouldn't object.
But she was tired and had her plans. Jasmine was her responsibility, but Charlene had her life, too. She wouldn't sacrifice her tunconditionally for her anymore.
She said, "Mom's got something on today, sweetheart. Next time, okay?" Charlene had always put Thorne and Jasmine first before. She hardly ever said no to them. Yet Charlene had refused twice in one day. Not picking up on this shift, Jasmine thought Charlene was genuinely busy. But, accustomed to being Charlene's priority, Jasmine wasn't used to being refused like this.
Feeling slightly aggrieved, she said, "Mommy, why are you always so busy lately? I don't care. I want mac and cheese, and I want that soup!" "Minnie..." Charlene felt a headache coming on.
Jasmine huffed and hung up the phone in a fit of pique.
While sitting in her car, Charlene's eyes reddened. She covered her eyes, remained silent, and drove off.
Upon arriving home, she settled for pasta. As her computer booted up, Stewart called, "There's a gala coming up in a few days. Do you want to join me? I want to introduce you to speople." "Sure." Stewart asked again, "When can you wrap things up on your end?" "Soon. In the next few days, I guess." "Great." Meanwhile, Jasmine had expected Charlene to rush hto indulge her and cook her meal. But she waited and waited. Over an hour passed, nearing eight in the evening, and Charlene was still not back.
Worried Jasmine might be starving, the housekeeper suggested, "Since your mom's busy, why not have a little something now? We can wait for your mom to cook later..." "I don't want to!" Jasmine pouted, feeling genuinely aggrieved as Charlene hadn't returned or called. The housekeeper's suggestion brought her to tears, "I just want what Mommy makes-" "But-" Believing Charlene was really tied up, the housekeeper, left with no other choice, decided to call Thorne. It took a moment for Thorne to pick up the phone. "What's happening?" he asked.
The housekeeper explained everything in detail.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Hand her the phone," Thorne instructed.
Taking the phone, Jasmine sobbed, "Daddy..." "Eat your dinner." Through her tears, Jasmine stubbornly remained silent.
Thorne didn't say anything else. Jasmine's cries grew louder.
Thorne's tone was calm as he continued, "I'll take your gut this e.
M weekend You pick the place." The sniffling stopped, "Really?" "Yes. Now, go and have your dinner." "Have you eaten, Dad?" "At a business dinner." "Oh..." "Go eat." "Okay." Jasmine pouted but felt better, hanging up and obediently going downstairs to eat.
After hanging up. Thorne returned to his private dining room, where m someone teased, "Mr. Henderson's phone sure rings a lot."
Thorne sipped his drink, replying, "I had to coax my daughter into eating. She was throwing a tantrum."
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