Chapter 44

Henry

Celine’s pov

Just when we were about to leave the park, I noticed a group of guys entering. They looked cool but rude in their demeanor, and I doubted if they were also there to catch a glimpse of nature's beauty.

“So, psychos also visit the park,” I thought to myself. Such a question was out of place because it was none of my business. When did I start prying into matters that didn’t concern me? I mean, it was an open and free place for anyone to visit, except for the entrance fee, which was high and made it the best park in the city.

I hastily packed our things, put Henry back in his carrier, and shoved everything into the bag. I stopped for a deep breath, casting a sideways glare at the couple who had narrowed their eyes at us. We had already spent enough time here, and my meeting with Lincoln was just thirty minutes away. He was the kind of person who valued punctuality and frowned upon lateness. I wasn’t in the mood for his tantrums. The sooner we left, the better.

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