Unknown Divorce Revelation Beyond Time (Charlene and Thorne) novel Chapter 526

The devastation outside grew worse by the hour. Thanks to the mansion’s elevated location, the old estate remained mostly untouched, but by nightfall even their cell service had become spotty and unreliable.

With the severe storm warning she’d received that afternoon, Charlene realized there was no guarantee she’d make it out in the morning to get back to work at PrimeStar.

After dinner that evening, she messaged the Ross family to let them know she was safe, then called Stewart to explain she was staying at the Henderson Mansion and might not make it in the next day.

Stewart replied, “Things are pretty bad right now. PrimeStar’s already told everyone to work from home tomorrow. There’s no rush on your end. I’ll handle anything urgent for you, and we can touch base if anything comes up.”

“Alright,” she agreed.

Afterward, Charlene sat cross-legged on the carpet with Jasmine, helping her piece together a puzzle. Thorne lounged on the far end of the sofa, absorbed in a book.

An hour passed before Thorne wandered over. Charlene didn’t look up, but Jasmine noticed and asked, “Dad? What’s up?”

But Thorne’s gaze fell on Charlene. “Fancy a game of chess?”

Charlene did enjoy chess—and Thorne was a formidable opponent. With anyone else, she’d take losses in stride, determined to improve. But when it came to Thorne…

She shook her head lightly. “Not interested.”

Thorne took her answer in stride, glancing at her but saying nothing more. Then he changed the subject. “If you’re bored, why not head upstairs and read for a bit?”

By “upstairs,” he meant his own room or his study, where the books were kept.

Charlene’s expression didn’t change. “No, thanks.”

He didn’t seem offended, just smiled and asked, “Have you read those new journals yet?”

“I rarely use a computer,” the butler admitted. “My old one broke last year, and I never replaced it.”

Without a word, Thorne went upstairs and soon returned, placing a laptop in front of her. He recited the password as he typed it in.

The computer sat open on the table; as Charlene glimpsed the desktop, she realized this was Thorne’s own work laptop.

She needed to access confidential PrimeStar files. She was careful—thoroughly checking before and after using any device to ensure nothing sensitive could be compromised. But Thorne was an expert in this field, and she didn’t know the full extent of his skills.

He must have trusted her to lend her his personal computer. But Charlene—

She gently pushed the laptop back toward him. “Thank you, but that’s alright. I’ll just use my phone.”

Thorne seemed to understand. Seeing her hesitation, he simply smiled, nodded, and closed the laptop without insisting. Then he turned and carried it back upstairs.