"Why are you here?" The factory was in the suburbs. It was already 11:00 pm at night after Celeste's live stream was over. She didn't expect that someone would be waiting for her outside, so she was taken aback by Damon's presence. How did he get in here? Didn't the security stop him? The lollipop that her colleague gave her was dangling from her mouth. She nearly choked on her own saliva. "Why didn't you leave when your stomach started hurting during the live stream?" Damon didn't wait for Celeste to answer. He grabbed her arm and led her to his car. How did he know that her stomach was hurting? "What?" Celeste didn't want to move as she stood there. She was weaker because of the stomach pain. "We'll go have supper." Damon didn't exert a lot of strength, probably because he was scared of hurting her. His voice was gentle in the quiet night. He waited for her at midnight just to have supper together? Celeste was starving, yet she didn't forget about her important ta
It was already one in the morning when they finished their supper. Damon insisted on driving Celeste back home. Celeste had her reservations at first. She finally moved somewhere he didn't know. If she told him her address now, she'd be asking for trouble. That said, it's hard to say any words of rejection to him in such a situation. "Don't worry, I'll leave after sending you to your apartment." Staring ahead at the road, Damon said casually. Damon could tell what she was thinking. Celeste sighed in relief. "Are you that happy?" Seeing the look of relief on her face, Damon couldn't help but get angry. Was she trying to avoid him so desperately? "We're divorced already, anyway. It's better not to do anything that might attract suspicion," Celeste muttered. The atmosphere instantly turned cold. With a cool face, Damon didn't bother her anymore. It was only a ten-minute journey from the restaurant to Celeste's place. Celeste thought she should test the waters with Damon by
When Damon hugged Celeste earlier, he had stuffed the car keys into the pocket of her coat. Although Celeste had always been vigilant, she didn't notice it at all. Her heart was so stirred up by Damon that she was left defenseless. No matter how much she wanted to deny it, her body couldn't lie. "I don't want it." Instinctively, she called him to turn his offer down. "Throw it away if you don't. Many people would want to take it off your hands." Damon was going to get mad again. Celeste thought about it. She would be leaving the country next year, so she certainly wouldn't buy a car in the meantime. She owed Damon too much already anyway—this car would mean nothing. She'd just return it to him before she left the country. She relented and said, "I'll use it for now. I'll return the car to you before I leave Taverdale." "Whatever you want." Damon hung up. …In the end, the matter was resolved according to Lawrence's plan. Lawrence's brother, Diego, had a gang fight wi
"Is that so?" Damon walked past Carly to look at Jasper coldly. His eyes were filled with disappointment. Jasper, on the other hand, had a guilty look on his face. Lowering his head, he kept quiet. "Damon, I can explain!" Leah had already lost all hope for Damon, so she didn't hold herself back from doing or saying anything. But she was still terrified upon seeing the look on his face. She dashed over, wanting to grab his arm and explain. "Get away from me." Damon pushed her hard as she fell onto the floor. Leah's head hit the armrest of the hotel sofa. She let out a shriek in pain. Seeing the look of disgust on Damon's face, she suppressed her pain. "Damon, listen to me! My feelings for you were real, it's just that you kept ignoring me—" Damon glared coldly at her, stopping Leah from finishing her sentence. "Damon, the two of them started sleeping with each other last summer, look!" Carly showed Damon the record of them booking hotel rooms, which she printed out in ad
After Megan hid outside the country for over two months, she finally returned. When Celeste's live stream ended at night, she met Megan at a quiet bar for some deep conversation. "I've decided to follow my heart," Megan said after downing a glass of whiskey. She had an obedient-looking face, but she enjoyed hard liquor a lot. Every time Celeste was with her, the two of them never had any alcohol that was light or sweet. "Have you thought it through? Even if it means you wouldn't get his heart in the end?" The two knew each other too well. It was enough for Celeste to know what Megan wanted when she declared that. "As long as I stay by his side with no complaints, there will come a day where he'll fall for me. Even if it doesn't… Even if it means we can only be friends with benefits forever, I'll admit defeat." Megan chugged her whiskey again. Celeste reached out to hold Megan's hand and used her other hand to cover Megan's glass. "You would never have to stoop so low in
Clearly, Damon noticed her as well. "Come here," he said softly. Looking at him, he looked fragile and sorrowful. What happened? Celeste herself had suffered from countless hardships before. But watching Damon, who always had everything under control, experiencing sadness made her heart ache. She couldn't control herself as she walked toward him. "Something happened. I'll tell you about it on WhatsApp later. Please comfort him a little." Nicholas tactfully left them alone after whispering to Celeste.Celeste nodded before sitting across from Damon. "You're here, my wife." Damon was clearly drunk. He leaned on the table as he called out to Celeste. He sounded like a kid. Celeste didn't want to correct the words of a drunken man. She'd let him call her whatever he wanted. She went to the bar and got a bottle of water. Just then, she got a message from Nicholas. As she read through the details, Celeste frowned. Given her familiarity with Leah's character, what she'd done
It was already midnight when Winston reached home after having dinner with a client. He then got a call from Megan. "Mr. Belasco, can we meet somewhere outside? I just came back to Taverdale and brought a gift for you," she said graciously. There was no hint of fear in her voice anymore. Instinctively, he checked the time on his watch and asked, "Where?" "Come to the presidential suite of the Regalia Club," she said. It was 11:00 pm at night, yet she was asking him to collect his gift in a presidential suite. No matter how slow a man could be, they'd understand the underlying intention. Besides, Winston was a womanizer himself. He hesitated for a bit before replying with a smile, "Sure." …The door to the presidential suite was barely closed. The heater in the room was turned on. Megan was wearing a red silk slip dress as she lazily leaned against the sofa and sipped her drink. A muscle-pain relief patch covered the wound on her arm, which conveniently hid the word
Facing beautiful women, Winston could only react like any normal man would. He wasn't able to handle such teasing. Loving her and wanting to sleep with her were two separate matters. Winston grabbed Megan's left hand as he untied the bow. He then pulled her right hand over and tied her hands over her head.Her dress wasn't completely removed. One of her straps was pulled down to her arm, exposing a huge area of her pale and soft chest. The hem was pushed up to her waist, revealing her perfectly shaped legs. The sight would captivate anyone who laid eyes on them. Winston kissed her from the top to the bottom. He watched as Megan's face flushed scarlet while she panted softly. Having been tied over her head, her hands were clenched tight. Her nails dug into her palms, almost drawing blood. "Relax." Winston parted her fingers as he sucked on her neck. "Don't you have a boyfriend already? Why are you still so shy about this, huh?" Megan didn't say a word. She hadn't contac