Of course, Damon wouldn't be able to accept it. Damon was so possessive over Celeste that it'd bother him if other men talked to her, let alone booked a hotel room together."Forget it. Nicholas said that I'll have to be hospitalized for a few days. You don't have to visit me if there's nothing to talk about. We can take the time to calm down a little." With that, Celeste closed her eyes without waiting for Damon's reply. SThe back of her neck was injured, so she was dizzy. Later on, she actually fell asleep and didn't even know when Damon left the ward. It was nighttime when Celeste woke up again. "How are you feeling? Do you want some water?" She heard a gentle voice from a man. It was Lawrence. "Lawrence, why are you here?" After waking up from her sleep, Celeste felt so much better. She sat up a little and greeted Lawrence. There was a bouquet of sunflowers by the side of the headboard, and the floor was covered with tens of boxes of fruits and snacks too. It was
Celeste said that she'd fallen for him and couldn't let him go anymore. Damon felt the exact same way. After all, he was the one who developed feelings for her first, of course it'd be harder for him to let her go. If Celeste could say such a thing, it probably meant that she still loved him, right? Damon felt so hurt, and he was full of regret. He shouldn't have let Carly test her and even joined in on her scheme to see Celeste's reaction. Not only that, he shouldn't have followed Leah impulsively. It created such a huge misunderstanding! Suddenly, the door to the ward was pushed open, and Lawrence sadly walked out of the door. Damon and Nicholas moved away to let him through. "Don't blame me for stealing her from you if you treat her horribly." Lawrence wasn't loud, but he was serious. Without waiting for Damon's reply, he left in a hurry. When Nicholas and Damon entered, Celeste was staring at the huge bouquet of sunflowers while spacing out. Only then did Damo
For a whole week, Damon didn't appear in the hospital as Celeste had requested. However, he'd made sure to remind her of his existence by sending Edna over to take care of her. Not only that, he'd also ask people to deliver flowers or supplements to her at the hospital. "What's wrong with Damon? Is he trying to catch his wife's heart or something? What the hell has he been doing?" When Megan came by to see Celeste, she complained as she looked at the floor covered by all the stuff. "Don't bother. He's just insane." Celeste felt troubled seeing a whole ward full of flowers. "But you should think this through. I checked Damon and the guys' bill that night, and I asked Jasper about it too. He had nearly two bottles of whiskey and two dozen shots by himself. It wouldn't be realistic for anything to happen that night. Leah probably put on an act alone just to make you angry," Megan said. "Did you scold Damon for me a few days ago?" Celeste chuckled and said, giving Megan a side-
Celeste didn't question why Damon would be in the ward at night. However, she still reached out to hug him. If it wasn't for this nightmare, their marriage might've been on the verge of breaking down. But Celeste was fated to have a nightmare right at that moment, and Damon happened to be there too. After the sky turned bright, Celeste was discharged, and they headed back home together. Because of her injury, Celeste requested a leave to work from home from Sylvie. She'd still earn the commissions, but her base salary would be cut by half. "Taking good care of yourself would be the best thing you could do for Prestige. After all, we won't be having it easy if the shareholders get upset." Sylvie had gotten used to the culture and people in Taverdale over the past few months, so she could freely joke with Celeste. Meanwhile, Celeste and Damon decided to not mention about what happened, but Celeste knew that the matter wasn't resolved yet. In her diary, she noted this as the f
"I can't be bothered by that anymore. I'll just be careful." Although Celeste wasn't loud, she sounded determined. "If you utilize a fixer well, he'd be of great help to you. But if not, everything would be over for you if you get dragged into it and go to jail." "Didn't you mention that there's a fixer called Kenny Lewis who's really good at the job? Give me his contact number." Celeste decided to ignore the second half of Megan's words. Megan sighed. "Kenny retired from the industry a long while ago. In his early days, he accomplished some great things and made a lot of money. He might not even want to take up a minor deal like yours." "Where is he now?" "He's in Marksville." …After a thorough investigation, Celeste learned about Kenny's background briefly. Kenny was already in his 50s. When he was young, he was kept by a renowned wealthy woman in Taverdale for a while. After that, he was intelligent enough to be the woman's assistant and did some work. Then, for so
Of course Kenny didn't agree to that. However, Celeste wasn't in a hurry either. She ordered another plate of crabs and took her time to eat. At the same time, she came up with another idea. The next morning, the two met at the card table. Celeste looked up and smiled at him. "Mr. Lewis." "So, you know who I am. Why didn't you come over yesterday, then?" Kenny raised an eyebrow. If she knew him, it was clear that she turned him down yesterday on purpose. She probably just wanted to play hard to get and show that she was different from the other women. There was mockery in Kenny's eyes when he thought about this. Celeste caught the condescending look on his face as she casually played with the chips in her hands. She said, "If I didn't play hard to get, how would you think that I'm different from the others?" "You're honest." After she spoke her mind, Kenny felt more relaxed around her. Celeste needed his help, so she didn't dare to show off when she played cards wi
"I do need to ask you for help." Celeste sipped on her wine to regain her composure. "I thought that I could ask for your help at any price you ask for. But judging from the current situation, I'm afraid that any amount of money wouldn't be able to convince you. I could only take the harder route to persuade you." There was frustration in Kenny's eyes. He said, "How are your actions any different from talking about a brothel with a courtesan who has left the industry? Ah, there is a difference. I've worked both as a courtesan and a fixer." Kenny then sneered and stood up. "Although you're a smart woman, you show no mercy in rubbing salt in another's wound. Please leave!" Kenny's dark past had always been something that bothered him deeply. Now that he was in the upper class of the society, nobody dared to bring it up. "That's not what I meant, Mr. Lewis!" Celeste stood up to explain, but Kenny had already left. Now that her plan had failed, Celeste couldn't process what
Kenny left in a fury. After being turned away, Celeste remained where she was. The wine was made by the restaurant staff themselves, and they'd brought a full bottle of wine over. Celeste was disappointed, so she didn't hold back when she drank. She drank from 5 pm till 9 pm at night. She'd finished a whole 34-ounce bottle of wine and was a little drunk. "It's so hard to finish a task." Celeste felt weak as she lay across the table. "You're still here?" She suddenly heard someone speaking from above her head. "Kenny? Why're you back here again?" After drinking, Celeste's mind was all over the place. She even forgot to call Kenny "Mr. Lewis". Instead, she called him by his first name. Kenny was expressionless. "I promised to treat you to a meal. So, I'm back to pay the bill." Celeste didn't say a word. She simply watched as Kenny went to the front desk and swiped his card. Then, he walked back over and looked at her from above. "Now that you've failed to persuade me,