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
Damon's heart skipped a beat, but he showed no change of expression. "I've recovered." "Are you kidding me? It requires at least one to three months to recover from myocarditis," Celeste said. Hearing no reply from Damon, she then realized that Damon was staring at her intently. Suddenly, she felt that she had spoken out of turn. She added, "I-I was always sick in the past, so I know a little about stuff like this." Her explanation seemed unnecessary, and she sounded as if she was trying to hide something. "Ah… " Damon drawled. "I thought you looked that up for me."Embarrassed, her pale face became flushed. "I'll transfer to the ward next to yours tomorrow," Damon instantly said. He then fed her another spoonful of soup. Celeste lowered her gaze without a word. She focused on eating. Damon had always been pampered since childhood. Yet, he had cooked for her twice already. The last time he did was after she went golfing with Cedric and had a fight with him for two days.
Celeste was dealing with one problem after another, but Megan was dealing with a mess of her own. After the alumni reunion, she exchanged numbers with Caro. They grew close for a short while. Because of Winston, Megan needed someone new to heal her broken heart—and Caro was the one she chose to do so. The two went on dates several times, mostly having dinners and going to the movies. There was no significant progress in their relationship. Caro had pursued her relentlessly throughout their high school years but to no avail. Naturally, he didn't dare to make any bold moves now. Still, he had feelings for Megan, and she could sense them. One evening, they went out to have steak together. Caro brought a large bouquet of blue enchantresses. By the time they left after dinner, the sky had turned dark. The autumn breeze was chilly. Megan held the bouquet as they walked outside. "Your shoelace is untied," Caro called out. He stopped her as he crouched down to tie her loose sho
The sudden kiss caught Celeste off guard. By the time she tried to dodge him, it was already over. "Nothing happened between you and her…" She was a little dumbstruck. "Nothing at all. We haven't even held hands," Damon told her the truth. Celeste then remembered that Sherry had only dared to hold onto his arm. They had never held hands. How could adults not hold hands when they were in love? The fact that they were just a couple by name was genuinely baffling to Celeste. Celeste didn't understand and felt it had nothing to do with her anyway. Damon didn't seem to care about her regarding other things, but he was always proactive when it came to feeding her. Celeste found it troublesome. She usually only had milk for breakfast. As such, Damon would treat lunch and dinner as important events. He refused to let anyone else help her. Celeste resisted him a little at first, but she couldn't be bothered to argue with him anymore as time passed. She just let him do as he plea