Celeste looked at Damon from afar before turning away. Damon, on the other hand, didn't move his eyes away from her. "That brat, Damon, is looking at you," Megan said. "Ignore him. Something's wrong with that man." Celeste pursed her lips. She didn't expect Sherry to be able to accept the fact that there was a hickey on Damon's neck. The two got into the car. The driver sent Celeste back home first. On their way back, the two women sat together in the back seat as they leaned against each other. "You should give Caro a chance to pursue you. He's quite a nice guy," Celeste suddenly said. "We'll see about that. On the other hand, were you with Damon when you left the room?" Celeste didn't say anything, but it was a silent yes. "Wow. You're a rational woman, so you wouldn't need me to lecture you. You know what's the best thing to do," Megan said after a moment of silence. She sighed. "Don't worry. I won't be a mistress. You know that my ego wouldn't allow it." Celeste
"Ms. Holmer, there's a surveillance camera in my office." After she was done, Celeste looked up and informed her calmly. In this day and age, she wasn't afraid of Sherry doing anything shady to her at all. The previous mayor brought his own son down for abusing his power and status. As expected, Sherry was terrified. But she said stubbornly, "Stop lying to me!" "Why should I lie to you? Look." Celeste threw a glance at the camera above them. "It records our voices too." Sherry lost her composure immediately. "Ms… Celeste, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have said that! I—" She actually started to cry while grabbing Celeste's arm. Celeste let Sherry cry for a while before pulling out a tissue from her desk for Sherry. She advised her coolly. "Ms. Holmer, I don't intend to meddle in your relationship with Damon. Please talk to your boyfriend too, tell him to not disturb me anymore." "Then… Can you delete the surveillance footage?" Sherry asked while sobbing. "Ms. Holmer, it's
The upper-class circle of Taverdale was not all that large. Leah soon found out about Sherry. For a moment, she lost her mind. She went to Damon's office with teary eyes and demanded an answer. Damon was focused on his work. He lifted his head up. "What did you say?" He didn't even hear what she said. Leah suddenly looked humiliated. Her anger dissipated too. "I asked if you're dating Sherry now?" "Is that any of your business?" Ever since Leah failed to seduce Damon last time, it had been a while since she appeared anywhere near Damon. This time, she came to ask about such an irrelevant matter. Damon merely felt annoyed at her. He didn't even want to answer her at all. "I promised Uncle John to take care of you, but that doesn't mean you're allowed to test my patience again and again." Damon slammed his fists on the table. His eyes were dark and cold, but they were filled with fury. Around Damon, Leah had always been able to get her way because they'd grown up together
Liam was surprised to hear that Damon wanted to visit the grasslands. Damon's schedule had always been full and tight. Nonetheless, he was putting aside all his work and heading off for a trip. What's going on? "But there'll be an important client flying here from Mapolia this week—" "You can deal with him." Damon didn't hesitate at all. "But if I mess up—" "Liam, I'm not paying you a few million dollars a year just to hear you say no." Damon's voice became cold. Liam was blocked by Celeste as well, so he didn't know what she had been up to. But he had a feeling that this was related to Celeste. He checked Leo Jewels' official website. In their "Activity" section, he saw Spencer bringing a team of designers to the grasslands as he expected. They were already divorced, yet he was following his ex-wife all the way to the grasslands. Looking at the situation, Damon was no different from those women who were infatuated with him. "Liam, do you think Damon would like it if
Celeste's words immediately shut the designers up. The two gawked at her without a word. "That's my ex-husband, Damon," Celeste explained. "No… No way." The one who said that she wished she could sleep with Damon immediately stuttered. She felt so awkward. As their car slowed down on the uphill road, the sound of horses became clearer as they approached. When they looked out of the window again, the man had taken off his sunglasses. He was holding the reins with one hand while clutching the handle with another. Wearing riding boots, his legs pressed against the horse's belly as they galloped forward. Those deep-set eyes and tall nose of his clearly suggested that it was Damon. The designers exchanged an awkward look. But Celeste was unfazed. She moved away from the window where she had been admiring the scenery just a moment ago. "Why is he here? To chase after his ex-wife?" Spencer asked. Celeste shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe he's on a trip with Ms. Holmer." When they
The familiar scent lingered around her nose. She could hear Damon chuckling. "Why aren't you asleep yet? Are you watching the house for me?" Being caught by him, Celeste's cheeks burned up. But she said, "Damon, you're so full of yourself. I couldn't sleep and went out to get some fresh air. How does that have anything to do with you?" The man behind her rested his head by her neck. He replied, "Ah…" It was as if he just realized what happened. "Why can't my dear ex-wife fall asleep then? Could she be afraid that I'm sleeping with Sherry?" "Damon, please know your own place! We're divorced already! It's your problem whether or not you sleep with other women! You're dating Sherry, yet you came to see me at midnight. Who do you think I am?" When Celeste was exposed, she reacted aggressively. It was her first time being so agitated. Damon could tell that too. His heart skipped a beat. Not daring to make fun of her, he hugged her and turned her around to face him. "Let me kiss
Celeste's condition was getting worse. She had no energy to scold Damon or tell him to lower his voice anymore. Damon whipped the horse, urging it to gallop faster. He could hear nothing but the howling wind and his own heartbeat. "Don't die, Celeste. Don't leave me alone in this world," he thought. Unknowingly, he was grabbing the reins so tightly that his fingernails dug into his palm. He had never imagined falling in love with such a woman. On the outside, she appeared intelligent, sophisticated, calm, and independent. But in truth, she was fragile and troublesome. She'd fall sick easily—each time dangerously close to death. The last time he was this terrified was when he found out she had self-harmed. She was bleeding profusely. He could even see her bones from a number of wounds. A voice in the back of his mind now whispered, "What if she dies?" No, he wouldn't allow that to happen. Damon rode the horse across the pastoral area at breakneck speed for almost an hour
Celeste was saved by a passing truck. When Damon was hugging her hopelessly on the grass field, a truck from an animal feed manufacturing plant happened to pass by. Only then were they able to be sent to the hospital. Celeste nearly died from a drug allergy. She was saved after a prolonged rescue effort. Meanwhile, Damon finally relaxed when he heard that Celeste's life was not in danger anymore. He then collapsed to the ground. He developed myocarditis due to intense fatigue and worry. "He rode a horse for over two hours across more than forty miles. He's a real man indeed," a designer commented to Celeste. "Wasn't he here on a vacation with his girlfriend? You're his ex-wife, yet he still treats you so well," another designer said thoughtlessly. Celeste didn't say a word. All she could think of was how Damon rode the horse at breakneck speed while carrying her in his arms. Although she was barely conscious, she could hear his frantic heartbeat and could tell how fast