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
"Celeste!" Nicholas followed her as she went out. "Sherry is still young and knows nothing. Don't take her words personally." "Alright." Celeste forced a smile. "I know, it's okay. I'll leave Damon in your care then." When she was on the verge of dying, Celeste thought that she might consider marrying Damon if she survived. After all, there weren't many people in this world who would go through near-death experiences together. Apart from her effort to approach him, it felt much more like she was fated to meet Damon. But she forgot about Sherry. Now, Sherry was Damon's girlfriend. Who would be able to force someone like Damon to do things he didn't want to? It's possible that he chose to date Sherry for his own reasons. Celeste was sure of Damon's feelings for her. But how would the issue of marrying him again be easy? Besides, wasn't she the one who was adamant about not wanting to remarry not long ago? Being inconsistent in her words would only breed disgust. Nichola
It was already midnight when Damon woke up. "Damon, how are you feeling? I was so worried!" Sherry immediately dashed over and grabbed his arm. Frowning, Damon was annoyed by her. "How's Celeste?" After she was rescued, he became relieved and collapsed. The first thing he asked about after waking up was Celeste. "She's okay now," Nicholas said, exchanging a glance with Jasper. Jasper understood the signal. He told Sherry, "Ms. Holmer, Damon is awake now. You shouldn't be worried anymore. Go back and get some rest." "No, I want to be with Damon!" Sherry pouted. "I don't need anyone to accompany me. You three can go back." There was no expression on Damon's face as he spoke. Sherry didn't dare to cross a line. After protesting for a while, Damon hadn't budged at all. Instead, he stared at a corner as if he were deep in thought. He didn't even bother to talk to her. Sherry then felt a little awkward. "Let's go now. We'll visit Damon tomorrow." "That's right. You've bee
She could tell that Damon was in great discomfort. His face was chalk-white, and there were beads of cold sweat on his forehead. But he certainly could overpower Celeste, who weighed a mere 80 pounds. Celeste couldn't move at all. "You ungrateful woman. I'll show you who I am to you now." Damon reached out and was about to tear Celeste's collar. His eyes were bloodshot, like those of a ferocious but injured beast. Looking at his pale face and red eyes, Celeste's heart hurt. She felt horrible for herself, too. "You want my body, right? I'll give it to you." She became determined as she unbuttoned her patient gown. "Is this what you want, Damon?" Celeste's collar was wide open. There was only sadness in her eyes as she stared at Damon. Unlike before, there was no embarrassment or hesitation in her. "If you want it, take it. Once you're satisfied… Let me go." She spoke clearly. Her lips bled from her biting down too hard. Celeste's words were like a bucket of ice water splas
"Of course," Celeste said. She and Serena agreed to meet at a cafe. She was smart enough to know Serena's intention. Serena probably wanted her to disappear from Damon's sight and stop pestering him since they were already divorced. Ever since the divorce, Celeste wanted the same as well. She hesitated yesterday for a short while, but now she's determined to stay away from him. Since they shared the same intentions, making things clear with Serena and using her to achieve Celeste's goal would be a good idea too. As usual, Serena headed out with her driver and two maids.Celeste watched as Serena got out of her Lincoln Continental. She felt bad for asking Serena to meet at a cafe where the average spending per person was 50 dollars. Serena told the driver to park the car opposite the road. She then joined Celeste at the cafe. "Ms. York, we've had some misunderstandings in the past, and I've done things to trouble you as well. I apologize for all of that." Serena didn't touc