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
The advertising board struck Celeste's right shoulder at an awkward angle. Her white shirt immediately seeped with blood. Shielded by Celeste, Serena narrowly escaped from the misfortune. Her face paled at the sight of Celeste's condition. "Hurry, take her to the hospital!" Serena covered Celeste's shoulder and shouted hysterically. "It's okay, don't be afraid." Celeste's face was chalk-white. Her brows furrowed in pain, but she tried to comfort Serena. She even felt relieved that it was her who got injured. Serena might have held a grudge against Celeste for the incident if it had happened to her instead. Standing on the ladder, the worker saw what happened. Panicking, he nearly tripped and fell. "Slow down. What's done is done; there's no use panicking," Celeste said. Her tone was calm, but it was obvious that she was gritting her teeth in pain. Despite the circumstances, she remained composed, as if it was someone else who got injured. Serena recalled how indiffere
Celeste had just undergone surgery, so her face was as pale as a sheet. She sounded breathless as well. Damon's heart ached at the sight. Pursing his lips, he didn't argue with her. "You should leave if you have nothing else to do here. I didn't save Mrs. Bishop because she's your mother, nor was it because I want to marry into the Bishop family again. In that situation, I would've saved anyone standing beside me," Celeste said casually. As if she belatedly thought of something, she added, "You saved my life a few days ago. Now, I happened to have saved Mrs. Bishop as well. I don't owe you anything anymore. From now on, let's cut each other off and not meet anymore." Celeste knew she hadn't been able to wholly let go of her feelings for Damon. But life was precious. She didn't want to waste it on meaningless things anymore. "Celeste, do you really have to be so extreme?" The look of concern on Damon's face was replaced with coldness. "I didn't know that you were the one who