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
"Damon." Leah gathered her courage just to take this risk. Hugging Damon tight, she reached out to untie the belt on his robe. Damon's expression turned cold. "Let go, Leah." "Why does Celeste get to do this, but not me?"Leah's face burned with embarrassment, but she wouldn't let go. "Damon… " She stubbornly loosened his belt. "Leah, don't make me repeat myself." Damon took a step back. Pulling Leah's arm away, he maintained a distance from her. Naked, Leah was thrown to the ground even though she had mustered up the courage to barge in here. At that moment, her face flushed with humiliation. "Are you rejecting me because of… Celeste?" Biting her lips, Leah couldn't stop herself from crying. "Leah, stop asking. I told you. I can be your friend, protect you, and even forgive you. But there can never be romance between us." There was no hesitation in Damon's voice. "This will not happen again!" He straightened out his robe, which became damp because of Leah. He then w
It was a little chilly at night. Smoking, Celeste turned around and looked at him. Her voice was hoarse. "Hmm?" She was jolted out of her reverie. Her mind was still foggy, so she didn't talk back to him. Damon took off his jacket and placed it around her shoulders. He then sat by her side. It was the first time they had sat next to each other in peace ever since they got divorced. For a moment, they both felt somewhat breathless. "Where did you get the cigarette from?" Celeste's cigarette looked unique. It seemed to be slightly thicker and longer than normal ones. "I rolled this with Grandpa's tobacco." Phillip enjoyed smoking pipes. His tobacco always had the best quality, so it wasn't surprising that Celeste would ask him for some of that. However, he didn't expect her to know how to roll the cigarettes herself. Looking at the paper Celeste rolled the tobacco with, Damon couldn't help but laugh. "Is that paper from the hotel memo pad?" This beauty really couldn't be
Celeste and Kenny agreed to meet at a barbecue stall, which was Kenny's idea. The place was called Summertime Diner. There were men who wore expensive T-shirts and denim shorts, and women who were even more gorgeous than celebrities. They were all sitting at the roadside stall. They enjoyed barbecue skewers which cost around three dollars each and drank canned beer. They didn't seem to fit in the background at all. "Welcome to Taverdale." Under the nightlight, Celeste raised her can of beer and smiled at Kenny. After dealing with the York family, the two became close. Both of them ditched the pretense of being a part of high society and revealed their true selves as commoners. She thought about how half a year ago, Kenny was still a legendary man in her mind. She had to think of ways to catch his attention and spend a few million dollars. But now, the two of them could actually be their true selves. Sitting on plastic stools, they enjoyed the food and beer. They even dropped fo
Celeste didn't remember how she got home. Lying down on the two-seater couch at her place, she could only think of her conversation with Kenny. Damon had done more for her than she had expected. When she needed him the most, he couldn't come to her. But when she thought about all the times she endured those hardships alone, he had always been there. She might have been too harsh on Damon. Her tipsiness gradually disappeared. Opening her eyes wide, she stared at her ceiling. She couldn't sleep at all throughout the night. The next morning, it was as if she was possessed by something. She felt like meeting Damon and talking to him. Celeste asked for a two-hour-leave from Spencer. After washing up, she headed straight to Damon's villa. When she reached his place, she checked her watch. It wasn't eight o'clock yet. Damon probably headed out. Celeste reached out to press the doorbell. The security at the entrance was the same one as before. When he saw Celeste at the door, h
"Ms. Holmer, we're not a good match." Damon saw right through her. He stopped poking fun at her. Instead, he poured her a cup of coffee and spoke in a serious tone. When Damon said that, it offended Sherry. "Damon, how could you think that I'm not good enough for you? How dare you turn me down before I do!" Her cheeks puffed up. She looked even more like a kitten now. The way Damon looked at Sherry in the same way he looked at his little cousin, Kayden. In his eyes, she was just a child who hadn't grown up yet. Damon then laughed. "Alright, I'm not good enough for you then. Why don't you turn me down instead?" Sherry didn't feel less annoyed after hearing that. She got so mad that she teared up. "Am I not as good as your ex-wife?" Celeste was Damon's Achilles heel. Right after she mentioned Celeste, Damon's expression turned cold. "I'm heading to work. Please leave, Ms. Holmer." He walked past Sherry and was about to head out. Sherry panicked. She reached out to pull