When Damon went on a business trip, Celeste could barely get used to falling asleep without him by her side. Soon, she was having insomnia again. When she lay down around 9:00 pm, she fell into a restless sleep an hour later. She woke up from a nightmare at 11:00 pm. With her eyes wide open, she could no longer fall back asleep. She pulled her phone out so that she could look at Twitter. She received a notification. It was a friend request on WhatsApp. The person in the profile picture and her name were familiar. It was none other than Leah. She accepted her request and sent a question mark to her. "Celeste, is that you?" She sent a screenshot from Twitter over to Celeste. The caption was "Bumped into a beautiful couple on the Ferris wheel. Didn't manage to capture their faces from the front, but they were stunning!" In the picture, Damon's hand was on Celeste's waist as they walked out of the pod. The two were talking about something. Their foreheads were touching. It
When Damon called her again, Celeste had switched off her phone. He did carry Leah's suitcase for her when they were at the airport. Everything would be fine if he told her the truth. But hiding the fact that Leah had visited him seemed to have made the matter worse. "Damon, I've reached home safely." Leah happened to send a text to him through WhatsApp right then. "Leah, did Celeste contact you recently?" Damon asked. "Of course not, Ms. York hates me. Why would she take the initiative to contact me?" Leah said pitifully, "I just really like you. It was Ms. York who intervened in the relationship between me and you …" Damon didn't listen to the rest of her words. He looked at Leah's stories. It was just something about her father's birthday celebration from two weeks ago. There was nothing else. How could such a coincidence happen? How did Celeste know about him sending Leah to the airport and carrying the suitcase for her? …After switching her phone off, Celeste cou
When Damon returned home, there was no sign of Celeste. "Mrs. Bishop left for a business trip. I thought she told you about it." Edna was a little anxious when she saw the dark look on Damon's face. She quickly followed him behind and explained. "Didn't I tell you to let me know anything related to her?" Damon contacted Sylvie. He was very dissatisfied with her decision. "Celeste said that you're the one who allowed her to go," Sylvie replied in confusion. "She lied. I didn't." Sylvie was quiet for a long while. She suddenly said, "There's something wrong with the way you treat your wife." "What?" "She's a grown woman with her own freedom. She's not your three-year-old daughter. You don't have to be worried about everything she does." "No. She's just a three-year-old daughter in my eyes." "It's scary how possessive you are, Damon," Sylvie said after a while. Damon had been aware of his possessiveness over Celeste a long time ago. So he didn't argue with what Sylvie
Celeste made a noise of affirmation from her throat. "Leah did come over last night. I lied to you because I didn't want you to overthink and not be able to sleep. I told you that I only treat her like a sister. There's nothing else." Damon touched her cheek with his hand. He spoke so softly as if he was afraid of scaring her. In the past, he never would've thought that he'd lower his ego and coax a woman like this. "Yeah, but why did you have to be with her for so long by using the business trip as an excuse? I don't get it." Celeste finally told him what bothered her the most. She couldn't understand how he could be alone with her for seven days. "For so long? Since when did I accompany her by using the business trip as an excuse? It was 6:00 pm when I saw Leah yesterday. I sent her to the airport around 8:00 pm. Is that a very long time?" Dissatisfied, Damon frowned. Where did this woman hear such rumors? "Stop lying." Celeste pulled her phone out. She wanted to show Lea
The two made love with each other till late at night. No matter how slow Celeste was, she could tell that nothing had happened between Damon and Leah. That was because this man was going crazy after being sexually frustrated for a long time. "No more, please," she said hoarsely. She looked as if she could pass out anytime. In the end, she fell asleep in his arms. "Such a silly goofball." It had been a while since he last felt so relaxed from ejaculation. Damon hugged Celeste and caressed her back gently. His heart softened for her. …The next morning, Damon had to head back early as he had work to do in Taverdale. They went downstairs for breakfast earlier than the team. Celeste seemed to be in better spirits. Sitting across from Damon, she had her coffee and croissants. Suddenly, she thought of something, her face turning red. Naturally, Damon saw that. He sighed at how beautiful she looked when she was blushing. "What's on your mind?" He reached out to tear off a cor
"Leah, for the sake of my peaceful family life, let's not see each other anymore before you meet the right one for you." Damon finished his coffee and said what he wanted to say. He got up and left. Leah stared at Damon's back as he walked away. She stopped crying. Viciousness and resentment flashed across her eyes. "Celeste York, just you wait!" …On the other hand, Celeste wanted to visit Lagona as well during the business trip. But she was too busy with the exhibition. She started working the moment she woke up every day. She'd still be reading the work plan for the next day at 11:00 pm. She had no free time at all. She contacted Mason a few times through WhatsApp. He shared a few files with her. They contained proof of how the York Group used aluminum-clad windows as a replacement for the regular fireproof windows. She had to visit the construction site and see Cedric urgently. Thankfully, she and her team managed to finish their work in just six and a half days. On th
When Winston arrived, he saw Celeste scrolling through her phone with her head lowered. Since they would be meeting at the golf course later, Celeste had braided her hair. She was dressed in a pink-fitted polo shirt and white shorts. Both her golf shoes and cap were pink as well. Sitting across Winston, she exuded a youthful air. "Do you know how to play golf?" He raised his eyebrow playfully. Most girls who came from a poor background and knew how to play golf had mostly dated rich men. But in Winston's eyes, Celeste seemed simple-minded in relationship matters. She didn't seem to be someone who would go out of her way to please rich men. The green fee for a golf session could cost up to a few thousand dollars. She wouldn't have been able to afford it in the past. "Would it surprise you if I told you that I didn't know how to play golf when I contacted you previously?" Celeste knew why Winston was confused. She then told him the truth. She didn't mean it when she said th
When Cedric got a hole-in-one in the end, everyone cheered for him. There were 36 holes on the golf course. Nearly 300 caddies lined up so that he'd tip them. He casually pulled out his card and asked someone to withdraw some cash. Tens of stacks of cash were withdrawn just for him to tip the caddies. Once again, Celeste viewed him in a different light. How could he possibly be so rich? His salary wouldn't be high enough for him to do this! Every time a caddie said thank you, they'd receive a few hundred dollars each as their tip. Winston saw the confusion on Celeste's face. He then said, "Cedric grew up on a military compound. He started working in the Department of Housing and Urban Development by chance. If that wasn't the case, he would've been a colonel by now." It was normal for someone to be so generous coming from such a background. After all, his financial records would be clean when he spent his money this way. Celeste thought to herself. "Why don't you take a s