Celeste had always been a vengeful person. Now that Carly was charging at her, she wouldn't back down either. The two didn't care about how they looked and started to pull each other's hair or scratch the other's face. It lasted till the security called the police. They were brought to the police station. The person in charge at the station knew Carly but not Celeste. He called Damon and said, "Mr. Bishop, someone beat your sister up. They're both at the Northroad police station now. Please come and have a look." What kind of slave was he? Celeste watched as that man talked to Damon pleasingly and felt nauseous. She had a look of disdain on her face. When Damon arrived at the station, it was already midnight. He became even thinner recently. He probably made some time in his busy schedule to come over. Dressed in a black suit, his white shirt was buttoned up to his neck. He exuded a cold demeanor. Celeste glanced icily at Damon as he walked into the interrogation room. The te
Spencer pulled out a white handkerchief from his pocket. He went over to Celeste. Celeste wasn't used to people touching her, so she leaned slightly away. But she still allowed Spencer to wipe the blood from the corner of her lips. His action was provocative in Damon's eyes. Damon wasn't surprised by any of Spencer's behavior. He was just angry that Celeste didn't hide away from Spencer at all. She didn't seem to be bothered by Spencer's touch. Of course, she wasn't bothered. She even sounded cheerful after he entered! "You lost to someone like that? Celeste, you're such a weakling." Although Spencer was mocking her, his tone was soft. His action was gentle as well. "I didn't lose." There were bruises on her face, but she felt Carly didn't manage to take advantage of her at all. The only thing was that she was too careless and allowed Carly to take the lead to hit her. "Alright, you didn't. You're the most powerful woman in the world." Spencer spoke so lovingly. Perhaps Cel
After they left, Spencer drove her home. Celeste turned her head away and leaned against the car window in the shotgun. There was sadness on her face. She didn't say anything the entire way back. Spencer didn't speak either. He sent her to her residential area. "Are you sad?" After parking the car, Spencer suddenly asked. Celeste didn't expect him to ask her. She avoided his eyes. "I'm alright." "If you are, stop looking as if somebody died." He had always had a sharp tongue. "You're the one who wanted to bail me out. Can't I be sad for a bit?" Celeste argued in a soft voice. "After losing Damon, you have me now. What's there to be sad about? I'm not any worse than Damon anyway." Spencer went so close to her that they could feel each other's breath. Although Celeste was slow to think about relationship matters, she could tell that Spencer had been trying to flirt with her for the past few times. But Spencer had never confessed his feelings to her in any way. She would
Spencer had misunderstood her. The only thing that would make her sacrifice anything was to defeat the York family. Now that the York family had fallen, there was nothing else in this world that she would use her marriage to exchange with. She would admit that being with Damon wasn't just about getting what she wanted. At least her feelings for him toward the end were real. But there was no need for him to explain things. Before Spencer could come closer to her, she turned her head away. His lips didn't touch hers. Instead, his mouth brushed past her cheek and hair. "Thanks for today. I'll find a chance to treat you to a meal," Celeste said. She was then about to get out of the car and leave. "When people in Taverdale say that they'd treat you to a meal someday, they don't actually want to do it." Spencer pulled Celeste's arm. "Treat me to a meal today." "I have no mood for that." She had bruises all over her face, and it was already later. She just wanted to pass out o
"What is this?" Leah researched Celeste's makeup and her way of dressing just to attract Damon's attention. She had always been arrogant. The fact that she had to set aside her ego and copy Celeste's style meant she had no other choice. Damon praised her for being pretty, and he even spaced out while staring at her. Leah's heart thumped faster, and her face turned red. Damon still looked indifferent. "Nothing. It's almost autumn, so it's just a gift for you." He had absent-mindedly bought this necklace from a shop downstairs. It took him less than five minutes to pay with his card when he entered the shop. When the two were close, it was normal for Damon to occasionally give her little gifts like this. This was the only time he gave her something since she got a divorce, and when Celeste appeared. Now that she looked at it, Damon finally lost hope for Celeste and was ready to start a new page with Leah. "Your neck looked empty whenever you took selfies. You can wear this
As promised, Celeste arrived at the racing venue according to the location Spencer sent her. Spencer arrived a little earlier than she did. He was in a racing suit as he sat in the resting area and had his coffee. His eyes lit up when he saw Celeste. Celeste's outfits had always been on different ends of the spectrum. She would either wear feminine-looking dresses or hoodies and jeans so baggy that nobody could tell if she was a girl. Today, it was a rare sight to see her in a black and tight-fitting suit. She was all covered from her ankles up to her neck. Only her head was visible. But it accentuated her chest and waist, showing how curvy she was. She didn't put on makeup. Under her sunglasses, her face was pale. The only color on her body was her glimmering lip gloss. Anyone would want to kiss her on those lips. Spencer passed a cup of coffee to her. He quietly raised his eyebrow. "I didn't know that you were so curvy." Men would sound disgusting if they weren't careful
"Shall we race?" Damon challenged, lifting his chin up as he looked at Spencer. Spencer smirked. "Are you sure about that?" Damon only got into racing as a hobby. Spencer, on the other hand, was a certified professional racer. He had even won prizes before. "Nonsense." Damon retorted as he got into his race car. With a deafening roar from the engines, both their race cars shot forward like rockets. Celeste was holding a cup of coffee which had already turned cold. She stood at a distance away from the tracks and watched them. For some reason, she felt worried. "I told you Damon is mine." Leah sounded smug. "Oh." "Since you two are divorced, know your place and stay away from us. Don't come anywhere near him anymore." "Oh." "No matter how hard you try, Damon won't come back to you. He even gave me a gift yesterday!" "Oh." Leah was agitated by Celeste's indifferent response. She raised her voice. "Celeste York, did you really think you still have a shot with him?"
Spencer's racing suit and helmet were of the best quality. Even after his race car flipped over, only his left arm was dislocated and he had a minor scrape on his neck. Still feeling a little anxious, Celeste stayed with Spencer as the doctor resetted his bone and applied medication on him. She was only relieved when the doctor assured that his condition wasn't severe. "I'm dizzy. They might have to keep me in the hospital for further observation." Spencer looked at Celeste pitifully. "Stop acting cute." Celeste was out of words. She personally thought that the accident could have been avoided if Spencer hadn't been so reckless. He practically brought this upon himself. Thankfully, nothing serious happened to him. If not… The more she thought about it, the angrier she was. After getting Spencer settled in his ward, she didn't want to bother him anymore. Sitting at the side, she looked at her phone with a cool face. Spencer lay on the bed lazily. At first, he tried to get