Not long after he drove away from the Sullivan residence, a blue Bugatti followed behind. It zoomed over and made a sharp turn to stop right in front of Damon's car. "Leah, are you trying to get yourself killed?" Damon hit the brake hard. His car swayed a little. "I won't let you leave my house just like that!" Leah got out of her car and stood in front of his car. It was as if she was ready to die. Frowning, Damon left his car. He lit a cigarette impatiently. "Leah, let's not make things difficult here. You can't force someone into a relationship." "But Damon, I'm the one you liked in the past! Celeste is just an evil schemer. You're way out of her league!" Leah dashed over stubbornly and tugged at Damon's sleeve. Her eyes were red. Standing here in the cold wind of late autumn, she seemed pitiful. "That's in the past. People change." Damon sighed. "No, you're just fooled by Celeste! That bitch!" Leah started to say things in an unfiltered way. She was about to leap in
For a long time, Celeste couldn't return to her senses. She thought that she just had to marry Damon, and she wouldn't care about how much he fooled around with other women. But after all these incidents, she knew that she couldn't accept such a relationship at all. Relationship? Celeste was taken aback by her own thoughts. She thought that she just had a simple goal when she got married to Damon. How could feelings be involved now? The one who fell first would lose. Of course, Celeste understood this well enough. "Son of a bitch, what's the point of him pretending to tell me where he'd be going?" She snickered and called Megan. "Are you free? I'm back from Lagona." At the Regalia Club, Megan opened a bottle of vodka for Celeste. Watching her add a huge ice cube and different drinks in there, Megan couldn't help but laugh. "Don't blame me if you get alcohol poisoning. I'm worried that your husband will come over and destroy my whole club." "Don't talk to me about that s
"Are you going back with him?" Megan asked her tipsily. What she meant was that Celeste would be dumb to go back with him after he sat so close to another woman while taking a picture. "I guess so." Unbothered, Celeste stood up. She opened her arms wide at Damon. "Carry me." She had too many drinks and was too lazy to walk. Only then did Damon's eyebrows relax. He reached out to scoop her up into his arms. "You dummy." Although he was complaining, his eyes were gentle and loving. "Hmph," Celeste answered him with a snort. "She said that she'd cut him off. I bet they're going to stick together forever." Seeing how Damon carefully carried Celeste up and left, Megan mumbled. "Is there someone you're in love with?" Winston suddenly asked. "Ah, no." Winston was handsome and mature-looking. He had deep-set eyes, a tall nose, and distinctive facial features. For some reason, Megam felt as if she lost her ability to speak when he stared at her like that. …John had helpe
"Damon, did you hear what I said?" Celeste was still throwing a fit, but her tone was weaker. The Regalia Club wasn't far from their villa. After just 20 minutes, Damon already had her pressed into the bed.His deep eyes were transfixed on hers as he hovered over her body. Celeste sank into the soft bed. She was no longer drunk. "Sorry, I shouldn't have interfered with your private life." She turned her head away sadly. Damon was clearly upset. She must have said something wrong. She was lucky to be able to marry him. How dare she control the way he lived his life and handled his relationships? At that moment, the sadness in her eyes hurt Damon. Damn it! What was she thinking about this time? "Look at me!" Damon said loudly. He tilted her chin up with one hand. He flipped her over to look straight at him. "Why do you think I'm angry, Celeste?" What was this woman thinking about? Why did she look so hurt? "I shouldn't have interfered with your life." Celeste felt wron
"No, you haven't eaten enough food." Damon reached out to press Celeste back down on her seat. "But I'm full!" Celeste was still mad at him. She rolled her eyes at Damon. "Finish the toast. Don't make me feed you." He purposely put on a cold face. "Do you enjoy forcing others to do things? Is there something wrong with you?" Celeste glared at him angrily. That made Damon recall the amazing experience he had just a few hours ago. He burst out laughing. Seeing him laugh, Celeste instantly realized what he was thinking about. Her face turned red. Unbeknownst to them, Edna had already left them alone a while ago. Damon pulled her onto his lap. "Good girl, I'll feed you." He tore off some of the toast and put it into his mouth. It did not taste bad at all. He then tore off some more and stuffed it into her mouth. Damon force-fed half of the toast to her. She was so tired she could barely keep her eyes open. The only thing she wanted to do was to go back to the bedroom and sl
The play lasted for three hours. It was still early when they came out of the theater. Damon was holding Celeste's hand in his coat pocket. "Let's walk around for a while before we head back." Celeste was still immersed in the play. Obediently, she let him hold her hand as they wandered around. There was a huge bookstore near Urban Haven. After heading inside, Damon picked out a few thick and boring books that were related to design for Celeste. "Is there anything else that you want?" "Poetry books. I like Edgar Poe, William Blake, and Pablo Neruda," Celeste said suddenly. Perhaps it was because they had just watched a play, Damon felt she was being a little emotional today. Damon's heart fluttered seeing some emotion on her typically cold self. "In the past, I loved reading poetry for the sake of fortune-telling." Celeste grabbed a book by Neruda from the rack and casually flipped through the pages. "Fortune-telling?" "Yeah. When I wanted to find an answer to a quest
"Don't cry. Have you shown Nicholas the medical report? Don't worry, I'll be there as soon as possible." Damon sounded panicky. "What's wrong?" Celeste was still teary-eyed. After he put his phone away, she asked quietly. "Uncle John was diagnosed with late-stage kidney cancer today." Perhaps due to the lighting of the cafe, Celeste thought that Damon's eyes looked a little red. "I'll send you back home before heading to the hospital." "I'll go back home by myself." She stood up and grabbed the few big bags of books by Damon's foot. The Sullivan family was important to Damon. He was probably upset after hearing such news. Now that she thought about it, this was probably related to the reason why Damon came back late last night. Damon was in low spirits. He only nodded and said nothing. Celeste reached out to hug Damon. "Just go, darling. Drive slower when you head back home at night." Celeste was a dispassionate person because of her family background. Her life revo
Damon couldn't possibly lie to John by telling him that he'd recover for sure. Besides, John wouldn't have believed it either. All Damon could do was find the best doctors possible and try to save him. Speaking of the friendship between John and the Bishop family, they became acquainted with each other when Damon's father, Brian Bishop was still alive 20 years ago. John and Brian were good friends from school. They even worked together for many years. Brian then died of sickness, leaving Serena to take care of Damon alone. The Sullivan family helped them out plenty of times. When Damon was younger, he had no father. Apart from his uncle, John was the only one who could attend school events in the place of Damon's father. That was why Leah and Damon were very close growing up together. If it wasn't for the fact that his grandfather had set an engagement for him and the York family's daughter, everyone thought that he'd certainly marry Leah. "I know my health the best. I'll o