That wasn't something she could answer easily. Words were stuck in Celeste's mouth. She just hung up the phone. She decided to just drop by the villa. Damon would usually be back home late. If she went there a little later, she would be able to see him. But now that the two had divorced and things ended awkwardly, Damon might want to hide from her out of embarrassment. She wouldn't be able to do anything about it. Celeste thought hard about this. She decided to go over around 8:00 pm. "Mrs. Bishop is here!" The moment Edna saw Celeste, she dashed out to welcome her. She seemed excited and surprised. She didn't know that Celeste and Damon had divorced. She just thought that the two had a fight which resulted in Celeste moving out."Edna, Damon and I are divorced. You can just call me by my name," Celeste said. When she saw Edna, she recalled all the memories here. She felt a surge of sadness. "Ah, I've been so anxious these days for fear that you and Mr. Bishop would divo
Damon looked handsome in his gray linen suit. His handmade leather shoes were polished. Standing at the door, he raised an eyebrow and stared at her. "Anything you need?" Seeing how formal his clothing was, Celeste was startled. All the courage in her was gone the moment she pushed the door open. She suddenly felt awkward. "I-I just want to take my books," she said. She didn't dare to look at Damon's curious eyes. Brushing past him, she went to the bookshelf. Damon followed her behind. Smirking a little, he watched as she quickly packed all her books. "Do you need help?" "Are you in such a hurry to see me leave?" Celeste couldn't take it anymore. She turned around to glare at him. "Aren't we divorced already?" She was upset, and Damon couldn't suppress his smile anymore. "Yeah, you're right." After hearing the cold reply, all her longing for him instantly vanished. She had no reason to be mad at him. They were divorced, yet she still hoped Damon would love and miss
It had been a few days since Celeste visited the villa. They finally came for her. The policeman standing at the door didn't seem ferocious. After showing his police tag, he said politely, "Ms. York, please follow us to the station." Celeste nodded. She stretched her arms out easily, allowing them to cuff her hands. The leading policeman was surprised by Celeste's calmness. He raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you scared?" Celeste put on a relaxed smile. "I forgot to pay the electricity bill yesterday.""You seemed ready for this." "I suppose so." She was mentally prepared for this. She would confess to anything, no matter what the police asked. She just had to conceal anything related to the help she got from those kind people around her. That included Megan, Phillip, Lewis, and most importantly, Damon. Charges for enticement of crimes could vary in terms of severity. Once she confessed, the police would probably ignore the people who had helped her. …Since Megan and Cele
The girl took a step back. Without a word, she hid Megan behind her. "Didn't you guys just have a fight with Clyde last month? Yet, you're robbing someone in Clyde's territory again. If you leave now, we'll forget about what happened. But you'll be taught a good lesson once Clyde hears about this." They were just around ten years old. The girl had to lift her head to look at the thugs. But she looked way calmer than anyone would be at that age. She was so good at threatening them that the thugs were taken aback. "Don't be angry, we'll leave now." The other thug quickly dragged the scarface away. Celeste had easily resolved the only dangerous experience Megan had in her sweet childhood. With teary eyes, Megan looked at the girl in disbelief. "You got the wrong person," she said in a daze. "You dummy." The girl tugged on her sleeve. "I'll walk you back home." The girl was none other than Celeste, who was younger than her. On that day, Celeste walked Megan back to her resi
Celeste was detained at a small temporary detention center south of Taverdale. According to the people who arrested her, Henry insisted that someone had enticed him to smuggle. She had a clear motive, so the police highly suspected her in this case. The room was small and narrow. There was no window either. When it was time to turn on all the lights in the center, there wasn't even a tiny light source in the room. After the door was closed, everything became pitch-black. Celeste was brought to the center this morning. She waited quietly on the chair to be sent on trial. But nothing happened even after she waited till night. Although she had been mentally prepared for this, she couldn't help feeling anxious when it actually happened. Nobody came to interrogate her. But there was someone who brought food for her. Seeing how she didn't touch the bread and soup from lunch, he asked if she didn't like the food out of kindness. His friendliness made Celeste feel like laughing. An
Celeste didn't put on an act to resist him. Instead, she took the cigarette and took a slow drag. The scent of nicotine calmed her down gradually. "It's not smart of you to visit me at this hour." Her voice was low and hoarse. There were two slits on her dry lips as she didn't have any water for a whole day. The slits were evident even under the dim lights. Damon went over to steal the half-smoked cigarette from her. He smoked on it before sealing her lips with his. The mixture of the sweet and tobacco sweet in her mouth stirred Damon's emotions. He slowly pressed her up against the wall. Her lips were rough from neglect. It turned him on even more. Celeste didn't expect Damon to get turned on in the visitor's room. She was startled. She had no energy to struggle because she didn't eat at all. The difference in strength and the longing she had for him deep down made her whimper. She let him do what he wanted. The two made out for a long time. Celeste's dry mouth was moi
"Celeste York, what if I get angry and increase your sentencing?" Damon's eyes went cold instantly. He lost all desire, and his tone became icy. Celeste's face was still flushed. But she had gone back to her indifferent self. "You won't." "Even if I'm not your ex-wife and am just a regular woman who slept with you, you wouldn't do that." Living with him for a year made her understand Damon's personality somewhat. He was a natural-born leader, but he wasn't as cold as he appeared. He was decisive and assertive, yet he was kind deep down. They were similar in that aspect. It was just that Damon was more sensitive and considerate. Celeste, on the other hand, had developed a powerful sense of intuition since she was young. She wouldn't be bothered by trivial things at all. It wasn't bad for her to behave that way to live a good life. The reason why she dared to threaten Damon to divorce her with suicide was because she knew Damon wouldn't let her die. She won the bet. D
At first, Celeste was just feeling dizzy from the fever. It became so bad that she couldn't differentiate between day and night. In the end, Celeste felt thankful that they didn't have to work like inmates in jail. If not, her body certainly wouldn't be able to take it. But did that mean she wouldn't get bullied, have horrible meals, and get sick in jail? It would only get worse. She was the one who chose this path. Apart from getting through this, she had no other choice. In a daze, Celeste felt like she was in a pair of cold arms. She couldn't open her eyes. Nor could she smell anything while having a fever. But she could tell who was hugging her. She was probably dreaming. For someone with a bad temper like Damon, he wouldn't come over anymore after having fights like that with her again and again. She didn't have to bear any responsibility toward him in the dream. It was great that he wouldn't force her to marry him again. Celeste leaned further into Damon's arms in