"You know how to make noodles?" Damon asked.All the women Damon had ever met were rich heiresses to their family. At most, they could only manage a small cake they had baked. Celeste being able to cook came as a surprise to him.What's more, Celeste's looks and personality made it difficult to connect something as plain as cooking to her."So-so. It won't poison you, I can guarantee that." Celeste's expression was not very happy. If she had known he did not need any more food, she would not have needed to wake up so early!Damon was not bothered by her expression. He grinned and said, "Why don't you let me have a taste?""Only a little then." Celeste unwillingly got some noodles for him. She blew on it to cool it off before feeding it to Damon.Damon ate the portion of noodles and then ate some more. Only then did Celeste look happier.Celeste had not realized how she changed from someone who always hid their emotions in front of Damon to constantly throwing mini tantrums.Sha
Meanwhile, Damon had noticed that Celeste was leaving early in the morning. He just never opened his eyes, and let her leave.Damon was a picky eater. All the food he had eaten since young was made by master chefs. Celeste's chicken noodle soup from yesterday was only average according to his standards.But Damon enjoyed being taken care of by Celeste. The thought that someone as tenacious as Celeste would go to the kitchen and cook for him pleased him endlessly.Damon even secretly decided he would finish whatever Celeste cooked for him this time.Who would have known that he would end up waiting until 9:00 am still with no sign of Celeste?It was Serena who came to visit Damon after hearing the news about him.Tears welled in her eyes when she saw her son in such a state."This wouldn't have happened to you and Shannon if it weren't for that bartender!" she accused. Serena even treated the car accident as Celeste's fault.She was not insistent on Damon marrying Shannon. It wa
Damon's gaze darkened. He took a step back and kicked the front door down.Celeste's apartment was tiny. The door opened right up to her bedroom.The bathroom was to the left of the entrance. A strong smell of blood seeped out from the closed bathroom door.Damon's heart leaped for a moment. He then kicked the bathroom door open.What he saw shocked him so much that he nearly collapsed to his feet.Blood ran freely through the water in the shower stall, staining the floor red.Celeste was crouching underneath the running showerhead when she turned to stare dazedly at Damon. In her right hand was a blade. Her left arm was riddled with open, bloody cuts.The deepest of the cuts revealed bone."Are you out of your mind, Celeste York?" Damon ran over and snatched the blade away before tossing it outside.He hurriedly wrapped a towel around her wounds. Blood soaked through it instantly, even staining his hands."What were you thinking? Why did you hurt yourself?" If Damon had gott
Celeste had gotten over 60 stitches sewed without any anesthesia.Even someone like Nicholas, who was used to countless incidents, could not bear it in his heart.Celeste remained silent, her petite face deathly pale against Damon's embrace. Beads of sweat soaked her shirt as her hair clung slickly and damp against her face.Damon had intended to restrain Celeste and prevent her from struggling, but she was incredibly obedient and did not make a single move.Celeste stared blankly as Nicholas worked the surgical needle in and out. As she witnessed the needle piercing the skin, her empty gaze unexpectedly brightened for a moment.Although Damon was unsure if he had seen it wrong, he swiftly covered Celeste's eyes with his hand."Relax, don't look at it," he said.The fear of losing Celeste shrouded him throughout the night. It softened his attitude considerably.Her lashes quivered in Damon's hand, tickling gently.After finishing the stitches, Celeste seemed to have finished a
Both Taylor and Nicholas had mentioned that Celeste showed great self-restraint this time, preventing herself from fully committing suicide.Even though she made deep cuts, she intentionally avoided cutting any arteries.If there was something she could not let go of and had a definite reason for remaining alive, it had to be her brother, Caleb.During Celeste's depression attack that day, she diligently reassured herself of the necessity to hold on for the sake of her brother. It was soon time for Caleb's heart donor to reach the end of life, and they had to be prepared for an approaching heart transplant surgery.The contradiction and anguish, the struggle of wanting to die yet being afraid to … Damon could not help but draw in a sharp breath as he thought about it."Lead me to Caleb," Damon said to Liam.He thought about Celeste's obsessive, stubborn, and domineering nature. He wondered what kind of devilish character her brother might be.To Damon's surprise, Caleb turned
Despite her struggle with despair, Celeste had an intense desire to recover.She appeared lost every day, disinterested in eating, quiet, and devoid of interest in anything. However, she did not need others to convince her to take her antidepressants.Although she barely finished her meal, she would still rather pick up the blue pill and swallow it.Given that many of the medications from Taylor had sleep-aiding properties, Celeste slept almost 16 to 17 hours daily, and she would seek psychological therapy in the counseling room during her waking hours.Being naturally thin, the ordeal resulted in further weight loss, making her face look alarmingly sick.Meanwhile, Damon had already moved past the stage of panic. He silently observed her every action, wearing a faintly distant expression and coldly spectating everything. It was as if the gentleness from that day had vanished.He had firmly decided regarding Celeste—he could not afford to be overly kind to her due to her rebellio
Damon sensed the changes in Celeste from the past few days, which made his mood considerably brighter.However, his expression remained indifferent as he casually responded, "Yes.""Then let's go register our marriage right now," Celeste said as she was about to jump down from the washbasin.But Damon's passion was burning, and he wanted to continue what they had not finished.His endurance over this month has been incredibly tough!They had bustled from early morning until noon, and by the time they finally got everything sorted out and arrived at the local county clerk's office, it was nearing 11:00 am.Amid their chaotic handling, they eventually managed to complete all the formalities and acquire the significant marriage license."How wonderful! Am I not dreaming?" Celeste wondered aloud as she sat back in the car, inspecting her marriage license.Seeing her joyful expression, Damon subtly curved his lips.If she could just avoid causing trouble and stay obediently by his
"Stop the car," Damon suddenly uttered."What?" Liam's mind experienced a momentary shutdown, failing to grasp his command."This car belongs to me too. Since you don't want to take advantage of me, Ms. York, you might as well go back on foot," Damon remarked coldly.Liam was momentarily stunned in place, caught in a dilemma.He knew Damon was angry. If he truly made the recently recovered Celeste walk back, once his temper subsided, regret and heartache would surely follow.But not stopping the car would undoubtedly be too disrespectful to Damon."Mr. Bishop, Mrs. Bishop is known for her frankness—" he quickly turned back to explain while waiting at the red light. But the sharp gaze from Damon unnerved him, causing him to withhold the remainder of his sentence."It's alright, Mr. Fletcher. Just pull over, and I'll find my way back," said Celeste, feeling suffocated by the stifling atmosphere in the car, and opted to leave. She could always take a taxi back."Keep in mind, I wa