"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,
Celeste couldn't sleep for the whole night. The next morning, she called the hotel's front desk to send a cup of espresso to her room. Speaking of which, Celeste was someone who used to stay in youth hostels whenever she traveled in the past. She suddenly felt lonely and thought that she should thank Damon for being able to lead a worriless life now. After everything he provided for her, she hadn't expressed her gratitude to him. In fact, she complained that he didn't love her enough. She was greedy to have thought that way. It's not like Damon owed her anything. Not to mention, she wouldn't have been troubled by such an issue if she had stopped herself from falling for him. If she had played hard to get just like how it was from the start, she wouldn't mind if he cheated on her with other women. If that went on, it was a given that they'd divorce. And by then, she'd definitely return the pink diamond and building back to him. Suddenly, Celeste felt a pain in her ch
Phillip looked more energetic in real life than how he appeared on the TV. He wore a brilliant purple suit and sat in the middle of the room with a cigarette between his lips. Did Lewis just call Phillip by his first name? Could Phillip be his godfather? Celeste knew that this couldn't be just a simple family dinner. But she remained calm as she walked over. Phillips sized Celeste up as he watched Celeste walk up to him. He joked, "The Queen of Cards is here." He had briefly heard about what she had done in the past few days. "Thanks for having me, Mr. Moore." Celeste was a little embarrassed, but she remained outwardly composed."Even Damon calls me Grandpa just like how Nicholas does. What? Do you feel pressured to do the same?" Phillip released a puff of smoke and said in dissatisfaction. He was Nicholas' grandfather? Celeste tried to make sense of the relationships between Phillip and the others. She then quickly said, "Hello, Grandpa." Only then did Phillip smile.
Damon let out a low grunt. He pressed Celeste against the wall in the elevator. He kissed her hard till her face turned into a deep shade of red. She clutched onto his chest and whimpered softly. Damon didn't stop her from scratching his chest. He bent his knee and placed it in between Celeste's legs. They pressed tightly against each other. Their breathing quickened. If someone entered the elevator at this moment, they would've felt the overwhelming hormones in the narrow and small space. "Breathe. Be a good girl." He was worried that Celeste might faint if he didn't remind her to do so. The elevator reached the top floor of the building, but the two were making out so intensely that they didn't realize it. The door opened and closed. Using his last bit of willpower, Damon pressed the door open again and carried Celeste out. When he reached the door to their room, he pulled out the room card from her bag with just one hand. As the electronic lock made a clicking sound, they
Phillip was getting old. With all his family members busy with work, he felt lonely at times. He was over the moon seeing how genuine Celeste was. "It's okay. Damon has to come even if you don't. He promised that he'd play a hundred games of chess with me because of you." As Phillip spoke, he smirked as he glanced at Damon. Celeste was taken aback. Tilting her head to the side, she looked at Damon. He had his usual poker face on, so she couldn't tell how he was feeling. "Back then, I wondered what kind of woman this devious and insufferable brat would marry. I didn't expect there would be a woman that could manage him like you." "Grandpa, I can't manage him at all." Celeste thought she came off as melodramatic the moment she said that, so she quickly changed the topic. "We'll visit you again in spring." "Can't manage him? Damon is just worried that he hasn't given you enough things. If you don't believe me, try asking him to give you his life and see if he'd do it," Nichola
After their trip to Marksville, Celeste and Damon grew closer than ever. Besides, Lewis sent his men over to Taverdale. They were getting closer to Henry. It was as if Celeste had two strokes of luck. It had been a long time since she had a smile like this on her face. Just a while ago, they were awkward around each other. But now, they were so clingy that they'd sit extremely close together even during their meals. "How should I thank you for this?" Holding Damon's face, Celeste planted a kiss on the corner of his lips. "What do you think? My answer hasn't changed since then," Damon said. He wanted a child. That was what he had been asking for ever since they survived Felix's attempted murder. Celeste was extremely repelled by that idea not long ago. But now that things had changed, she was considering it. In this world, she only had Caleb left as her real family. It wouldn't be a bad idea to have a child. "If the child turned out to be like Damon… " As Celeste thought
Although Serena was an assertive woman, she wasn't evil at heart. She heard from Damon about how Sylvia helped James out and how the engagement agreement came about. She accepted their marriage wholeheartedly, especially after seeing James' emerald pendant. She was biased toward Celeste back then, so it was difficult for her to judge Celeste neutrally and rationally. But after observing Celeste the whole evening, Serena finally saw some good sides to her. Celeste stood her ground back when Serena was harsh to her. But now that Serena treated her well, she didn't attempt to seize the chance and please Serena either. She was unfazed whether she was treated well or badly. She was neither timid nor arrogant. Putting her family background aside, wasn't she a perfect example of a cultured and graceful woman? Both Celeste and Serena were unyielding women. Serena was cold toward Celeste for half a year. Celeste treated her the same throughout that entire period. But now that they had c