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
Damon had always been a man of action. When he said that he wanted children, he worked harder at night with his body. He even took good care of Celeste's body. Celeste's concussion wasn't too serious. It wouldn't be a problem for her to go to work. But Damon wouldn't allow her to do that. Besides, Caleb was staying here for a while, so she didn't insist on going. After all, the York family had suffered from losses again. Hannah took Shannon's place and got locked up instead. She'd have to stay there for a few years at least. Celeste was happy about that. It was easier to talk to her when she was in a good mood. The day Shannon got released from the police station, Celeste drove to somewhere nearby. She parked the car in a secluded corner. She watched as Henry and Shannon were reunited. They hugged and sobbed together. Seeing their "loving" act as father and daughter, she couldn't help but want to celebrate this moment. Of course, Celeste knew that this was just the start. …
Shannon didn't dare to answer. The reason why Henry decided to sacrifice Hannah and had her take Shannon's place was because she was still young. She'd be of more help in reviving the York family. The fact that Jonah asked such a question the moment he saw her proved that he was the one who did it. There was no need to ask any further. If she spoke up and confronted Jonah, she still wouldn't be able to prove anything if Jonah or Felix didn't admit their fault. On the other hand, it would create more trouble for the York family. After being dumbfounded for a while, Shannon finally came to a decision. She quickly put on a smile and leaned forward. She crouched beside Jonah. "Of course not, Mr. Radcliffe. It's been a while since I last saw you, so I missed you." Only then did Jonah seem to be in a better mood. He reached out to ruffle Shannon's head as if he were rewarding an obedient dog who caught the frisbee. Shannon had suffered so much this time around. Since they had d
It was time for Caleb to head back to the nursing home. Celeste bought a few limited-edition games for Caleb to bring along. They went to say goodbye to Winston and Wish. Winston's villa was designed in a modern and minimalistic style. Celeste followed Caleb as they walked past densely populated plants with huge leaves. It was as if they had walked into a rainforest. It was filled with fresh air. "Uncle Winston is the one who takes care of all these plants," Caleb said. "Uncle Winston is incredible!" Celeste laughed. Caleb was almost the same age as Wish. It would be suitable for him to call Winston "Uncle Winston". Celeste wasn't too much older than Caleb at all. But she couldn't regard such a young and handsome man like him as an elder. "Wish!" Caleb yelled in the garden. Dressed in a gray sweater and sweatpants, Wish ran over to welcome them with a bright smile. Winston wasn't at home. Wish led Caleb to the gaming room upstairs to store the games. Celeste waited for them
Celeste was just being emotional when she asked Winston that question. After she calmed down a little, Celeste thought that it was pointless. So what if it was a coincidence? Even if they were related to each other, would she tell Winston that they were a family? Sylvia must have had her reasons to hide this and not reach out to her family. Celeste smiled bitterly. She was Mrs. Bishop now, but in her heart, she was still the poor girl who would force her way to get closer to the rich and powerful. Being friends and neighbors with them made her feel more at ease. Celeste's thoughts on this didn't last more than a few days. She forgot about it as soon as she started working. The York Group's business was hugely affected, so nothing much would happen for a while. It was a chance for Celeste to catch her breath and relax a little. After sending Caleb back to the nursing home, she returned to her busy working life. It was almost winter. The Prestige was in preparation for design