"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
"I've already eaten." The moment Damon reached home, Edna quickly served him the pumpkin soup that was simmered in a casserole. She even told him specifically that it was Celeste who insisted Edna prepare this for him. His troubled mind was then eased. "You even told Edna to make supper for me. What a considerate wife." Seeing her wake up, Damon rubbed the nape of her neck. He turned her around to face him. "How's Mr. Sullivan?" Celeste was embarrassed to hear him praise her. So she changed the topic. Damon then told her about John's medical condition. Celeste became quiet for a long while after hearing that. She suddenly said, "You should stay by his side more frequently then. And … you should ask Leah if there's anything she needs." Celeste lost her mother at the age of 21, so she understood how much pain Leah could be in. "Why are you suddenly being so understanding?" Damon lifted Celeste's chin to look into her eyes. "Would you not see her if I told you not to?"
Ever since John was diagnosed with late-stage cancer, Leah could not focus at work. It was only reasonable for her to resign. On a Monday morning, Celeste left the pantry holding a cup of coffee. She bumped into Leah, who was carrying a paper box and about to wait for the lift. In the few days she had not seen her, Leah seemed more languish than usual. When she saw Celeste, she couldn't bring herself to say anything mean to her. Celeste wasn't happy to see her miserable all of a sudden either. "This isn't over yet." When they brushed past each other, Leah suddenly said with a hoarse and low voice. "You're wrong, Ms. Sullivan. I have never wished for bad things to happen to you." Celeste was being truthful. Her mother's resentment was so great that she had to place all her focus on attacking the York family. She had never bothered herself with Leah. Leah let out a snicker. She looked as if she was going to say something. But she fell silent when she saw a colleague walk past
"Thank you." Celeste suppressed her discomfort and answered him. She pulled her sketchbook out. "You're looking for an emerald necklace, right? Have you picked out the material that you want?" This was an order costing over 100 million dollars, which meant that hers and the saleslady's commission would go up to 200 thousand dollars. If all she had to do was watch him and Shannon be all lovey-dovey to land the deal, it would be dumb of her to not take it. Celeste did not understand how Shannon would be proud of sleeping with an old man, even showing it off. Celeste made fun of her in her head, but there was no expression on her face. "We're in no hurry, Ms. York. I'll be sure to hire you to do the design for me. But I have something urgent to deal with soon. Let's sign the agreement first and I'll pay the deposit. We can meet up at another spot tonight to talk about the design." Jonah told the saleslady to show him the agreement. He then pulled out a pen and signed it. He even
It was 3:00 pm when Celeste and the saleslady met up with Jonah. When Celeste returned to the company, it was almost time to get off from work. "Good job, Celeste." Sylvie came over and passed a glass of water to her. She gave Celeste a thumbs up. Celeste smiled helplessly. "All that glitters is not gold." "What?" Saying "good job" was the limit of Sylvie's vocabulary. She couldn't understand what Celeste said. "It's nothing. I'll do my best," Celeste quickly said in Latish. Celeste waited until their working hours were over before she headed to the 16th floor. She wanted to ask for Damon's opinion. After all, the Bishop Group was a majority shareholder of Prestige. She should inform him about something as big as this. Damon wasn't there. Only Liam was locking the door to the President's office. "Mrs. Bishop, Mr. Bishop went …" Liam was hesitant at the door. "Why don't I send you back home?" "I'm not heading back home. I need to talk to Damon about something." "Mr.