The York family just suffered from great losses because of the Radcliffe Group's project. They wouldn't be mad enough to be enemies with the Bishop family now. It was clear that Henry was the one who brought Caleb away. But he might not have partnered up with Felix. Damon considered that. He sent someone to interrogate Felix. To his surprise, Felix also seemed to be threatened by someone else. He insisted that it was the York family who hired him and nobody else. Who else would know about Henry kidnapping Caleb? It could only be Leah, who always exaggerated the things she said to Serena! But Leah wouldn't partner up with Felix to kill him. She'd gain no benefits from killing him. Before Damon could go ask Leah about this, she came here on her own accord. "Are you alright, Damon? I was so scared after hearing what happened. I even dreamed about you being in danger." It was as if she didn't see the unconscious Celeste on the bed at all. She teared up the moment she saw Damon.
Celeste only woke up in the morning three days after the incident. Her head was hurting badly. And she felt uncomfortable. She turned around and made a noise. The next thing she knew, she was pulled into a warm embrace. "You're awake. Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?" Damon hugged her with his uninjured arm. His bandaged left arm was hanging limply by the side. "You're hurt? What happened?" Celeste was shocked. She checked his left arm. After a while, she finally recalled what happened before she blacked out. "Thank god you're alive," she mumbled as she leaned closer to Damon's chest. Damon's heart warmed up. Quietly, he hugged her tighter. Her mind wasn't the sharpest since she just woke up. After a minute, Celeste yelled, "Where's Caleb? How long have I been unconscious? Save Caleb!" She was about to get out of Damon's arms. Damon only managed to calm her down after a while. "Caleb is in the hospital too. But not here." Caleb was in such a weak state that he was
Shocked, Celeste stared at Damon. He seemed to have grown thinner these past few days. His jawline was sharper than ever. The stubble around his mouth made him look carefree yet seductive. Suddenly, he held the back of her head carefully and lifted her chin. The two were so close to each other that they could feel each other's breath. Damon's intense staring made her blush. "I-I'll think about it," Celeste stuttered. "You'll think about it?" Damon raised his brow in dissatisfaction. This woman probably didn't know how many other women out there wished they could have kids with him. Before he met Celeste, Damon would imagine what his future wife would look like. But he never thought about how his child would turn out to be. Would Celeste be happier if she had a child? Besides, if they had a child, this woman would consider the fact that she was a mother before she made any decisions. She wouldn't dare to do anything risky anymore. Although Damon didn't want to admit it, bu
"Let's eat downstairs. We'll be visiting Caleb after the meal anyway," she said. Everything was done for Celeste in the bedroom. "We'll see how things go. I can ask my men to send Caleb over. You better recover well at home." Damon had a change of mind ever since he heard that she had a concussion. "What about you? Are you going to rest here with me?" Celeste was a little dissatisfied. "I'll do most of my work at home. After all, we have to give birth to a daughter," Damon answered matter-of-factly. "Huh? Why are we in such a hurry?" Celeste was speechless. Damon was truly impulsive. It wouldn't be a bad idea to have a daughter. If the daughter inherited Damon's genes, she would have great looks and intelligence. As for her personality … Celeste glanced at Damon. He was emotional. He wasn't simple and calm enough. "We can't just make babies so easily." She didn't know what else to say. Damon lowered down and pressed kisses all over her face. "Be good and stay here. I'll g
She walked to him as if she was hypnotized. She stood still half a step away from Damon. Her face was scarlet and her breathing was uneven. Even her pale neck turned pink. Damon snatched a towel from the side and wrapped it around his waist. He then grabbed Celeste's hand to touch his abs. His body was still a little wet as he didn't dry himself completely. It was warm and humid. Celeste's eyes were unfocused. Even her tiny hands trembled slightly. "You like it, don't you?" Damon was so turned on that his voice was hoarse. Celeste didn't want to say a thing. She looked away to avoid his gaze. "Why are you so naughty, my darling?" Damon leaned close to her and whispered. He lowered his head to meet her lips. At the same time, he guided her hand to snatch the towel off his waist. Celeste's heart was beating hard against her chest. In a daze, she was pressed against the bathroom door. At such a moment, Damon remembered to cushion her head with his hand. He was quite a dete
In the ward, Damon was holding a cup for Caleb to drink. The scene of both of them together looked harmonious for some reason. Celeste teared up. Caleb never had to suffer from the world's cruelty under Celeste and their mother's protection. He had always looked naive and innocent. She was surprised when Damon said that Caleb fainted because he wasn't willing to eat anything. "If you dare to go on a hunger strike again, I'll smack your butt," she said in shock. Now that Caleb was safe, her eyes welled up with tears. "Celeste, I hate Henry," Caleb said. "It was Damon who saved me. He's amazing." He suffered from so much for the past few days, yet he put on a bright smile just to make Celeste feel better. "I like Damon." He knew that it was Damon who had paid for his heart transplant surgery and his stay at the hospital. He could tell that Damon treated Celeste quite well too. Damon's heart softened when he heard Caleb calling him by his first name. But on the surface,
Thankfully, there was nothing wrong with Caleb aside from his low blood sugar level. Damon brought him to their house and arranged for him to live in the bedroom next to theirs. Caleb had always been living in the hospital since he was younger. He was curious to see everything in Damon's villa. The moment they entered the house, he glanced here and there. It was probably their mother who gave Celeste and Caleb their names. Just like their names, both of them were kind and attractive. Henry should be lucky to have them as his children, yet he treated them so horribly! Damon smiled when he saw the joy on Caleb's face. "You can tell Edna to make anything you want to eat. Look for the butler if you want any toys." Caleb had to undergo a systematic flow of recuperation. It wouldn't be practical for him to stay here for long. But Damon thought that it was a good idea to have him here with Celeste for a few days. Of course, Damon regretted this idea when it was nighttime. It w
Damon carried Celeste back into their room. He also turned off the lights for Caleb on his way out. "See you tomorrow, Caleb." After the kidnapping incident, Celeste and Damon discovered a new side to Caleb. Although he was kind, he wasn't naive. He would've done great things if he wasn't trapped in his unhealthy body. Because of that, Caleb couldn't help but express his opinions when Celeste told him the story of Hamlet. "Okay, good night, Damon." Caleb hid his fear away and grinned widely. He closed his eyes. Back in their room, Damon placed Celeste on the bed. He rested his arms on either side of her as he stared at her darkly. Celeste knew that Damon was a little upset. She looked down and didn't dare to meet his eyes. "Do you hate the York family that much? You'd even sacrifice your life to fight them?" Celeste was silent for a while. "Yes." "Even if you have your brother, husband, and friends, you would do that?" Damon had such a serious look on his face tha