"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
After entering the ward, Damon seemed to relax when he saw that Spencer was alright. But he tensed up the moment he saw Celeste holding the bowl. Celeste had learned about Damon and Spencer's relationship. Based on Celeste's understanding toward Damon, he probably dropped by because he was worried about Spencer. "You guys can talk." Putting the bowl down, she turned away and was about to leave. "Don't. My arm hurts. I can't eat by myself." Spencer tugged at her sleeve pleadingly. Damon merely watched them with a cold glare. "If you keep this up, I'll tell everyone you're still a virgin." Celeste whispered near Spencer's ears, relishing the way his face turned pale with embarrassment.In Damon's eyes, she was flirting with Spencer. His expression darkened, but he remained silent. Seeing the change of expression on Damon's face, she realized that he had misunderstood. However, she didn't explain anything. Before she left, she even closed the door for the two of them. "D
The Rocky Hills was a famous resort in Taverdale and one of the best retreats in the country. The reason why Phillip came here was to evaluate this place. If he found it satisfactory, he might consider retiring here. They were planning to stay here for two days. Everyone headed to the five-star hotel to check in. In the hall, a woman's gentle and surprised voice could be heard. "Damon, you're here too!" Celeste just accepted the room card from the front desk. She didn't have to lift her head to know that the voice belonged to Leah. She walked past the two of them. Holding her luggage, she headed to her room first. When she came out again, Leah had already joined the rest. Leah addressed Phillip as "Grandpa". She was so attentive to him, shading him from the sun and offering him water. "Celeste, Leah came here by herself and it's no fun being here alone. You won't mind if she joins us, will you?" Phillip's eyes held a hint of mischief as he spoke. He had lived through so m
Leah had been diligently bringing food to Damon, but Celeste's casual remark threw her off . It was evident to everyone what Leah was up to, but Celeste was the only one brave enough to call her out on it. "Are you jealous to see Damon and I being so intimate with each other?" Leah's voice dripped with hostility as she set her fork down. Damon, who had been expressionless until now, shot Celeste a curious look as he arched his eyebrow. Was she jealous? What a rare occurrence. His mood became much better. "Public displays of affection aren't everyone's cup of tea. If the two of you are in such a rush to get intimate, you might as well book a hotel room for yourselves so that you won't affect other people's mood," Celeste chided. Celeste's gaze bore into Leah, silently conveying, "You're too much of a nobody to make me jealous." With that, she stood up. "Celeste York, do you have to be so harsh?" Damon frowned. His chest tightened after hearing her words. Suggesting he book
The game of poker started. Celeste had always wondered if she was blessed by the god of gambling. She had always been lucky and smart in games like these. She was able to remember her cards and keep track of the cards on the table. She could even roughly calculate what her opponents might be holding based on the cards they played. She would do anything she could to not let Damon win. But she'd go out of her way to help Phillip win. After one round, she didn't win, but she managed to cause Damon to lose. Of course Damon saw through her intentions. What a petty woman. Damon gritted his teeth. Looking at her delicate hands as she held the cards, he wished he could sink his teeth into it to release his frustration. They'd bet thousands of dollars on each round. After four rounds, Phillip won the most. Nicholas didn't win or lose. Damon and Celeste each transferred twenty thousand dollars to Phillip. "Celeste, you're not Mrs. Bishop anymore. Wouldn't you be sad to lose so mu