On the other hand, Megan was sent to the kitchen by Jane to help Winston out. She hesitated at the door. "I… Your mom asked me to help you," she said softly as she stood at the kitchen door. Winston turned to look at her. He smiled in response. "Okay." Since she was meeting Winston's mother today, Megan wore a simple outfit. She put on a pair of pearl earrings, applied light makeup, and wore a modest, long-sleeved, collared dress that reached her calves. She paired it with black heels, making her appear elegant, albeit slightly conservative.She looked shy and obedient when she stood at the door. Megan was a lovely young lady who was just a few years older than Winston's own son. She was a little conservative, yet she did the wildest thing by mingling with an old man like him. She wasn't even looking for status or favors. Winston suddenly felt a pang of heartache. "I'll wash the vegetables," Megan said as she walked in, not daring to meet Winston's eyes. "Okay." Wins
Winston's house was spacious. The kitchen was quite a distance away from the living room. Their housekeepers were disciplined enough to be available when needed but would never intrude on the family's privacy when they weren't required. Even so, when Megan was held by Winston and seated on the kitchen counter, she still held her breath. She bit her lip carefully, afraid to make a sound. She was conservative and reserved by nature. Doing something like this outside of the bedroom was too stimulating for her. "Don't…" Megan murmured softly, fearing that someone might hear them from the outside. "Don't you want me?" Leaning closer, Winston fixed his eyes on hers, leaving her nowhere to hide. "I do." Megan gave up. "Good girl," Winston whispered as he leaned in. Parting her legs, he silenced her with his lips before she could protest. Before this, they had kissed many times. But it was their first time having a passionate French kiss. Winston's tongue forcefully entered h
Celeste and Megan arrived early, yet it wasn't until 1:00 pm that they finally had lunch. During the meal, Jane's eyes never left Celeste. Winston, on the other hand, kept looking at Megan. He attended to her needs, serving soup and ensuring her glass was always filled. Winston even went so far as to retrieve a napkin for Megan, draping it carefully over her lap when she voiced concerns about potential stains on her clothes.Megan blushed and thanked him in a small voice. Consequently, she ate with a quiet obedience, resembling a child well cared for.Celeste found it hard to believe that Winston harbored no feelings for Megan whatsoever.Jane couldn't help but smile, pleased with the attentive and considerate manner in which her son, Winston, was treating Megan. "You two should consider visiting more frequently. Wish is in his final year of boarding school, while Winston is often away. Living in such a big house, as an old lady, I'd feel rather lonely," Jane remarked with a
Post-divorce, this situation had become a regular happening for Celeste. She had become accustomed to Damon's unpredictable visits, and any lingering traces of anger had gradually faded away.Despite the late winter chill, Damon stood in the corridor sporting an autumn coat. As Celeste approached, a shiver ran down her spine."How long have you been waiting here?" Celeste asked. Given Damon's typical inclination toward indoor activities, chauffeured car rides, and upscale venues, the absence of heating in the ordinary apartment corridors caught him off guard."Not long… Achoo!" Damon couldn't help but sneeze. Celeste sighed, unlocking the door. "Come inside." "You have my WhatsApp and phone number. Couldn't you have contacted me instead of waiting here?" she scolded, motioning for Damon to take a seat on the couch before heading to the kitchen.Returning with a pot of steaming ginger tea, she explained, "I don't have brown sugar for ginger tea; I usually use cola. It's surpri
This was a sad story. Jane, heavily pregnant, discovered the truth about Winston's father, Malfoy Belasco, when someone approached her with a child in tow. For someone as prideful as Jane, the revelation of Malfoy's simultaneous relationships with two women was intolerable. Despite his extramarital affair, Malfoy clung to Jane, enticed by her beauty and support in his business. He resisted divorce for six months."You are not my firstborn. You have an older sister named Willow, three years older than you. Malfoy sent her away to relatives to control me. Later, they claimed she fell into the river and drowned." Jane's voice carried sorrow. "Willow was already gone when I had you. That's why I never told you about this." Winston hesitated for a long while before finally asking, "Are you suggesting Willow might still be alive?" "Malfoy could have easily lied about Willow's death to keep me from seeing her. Besides, he was under Mia Jenner's spell then. He would do anything fo
Unexpectedly, Damon stirred awake, catching Celeste off guard and leaving her feeling a tad awkward. Hastily, she turned her head away, and his kiss found its place on her cheek instead."Why did you suddenly wake up?" Her gaze happened to fall on his right ear. Was that a piercing? Celeste recalled that Damon didn't have any piercings. Why did he suddenly get one? Intrigued, Celeste leaned closer to Damon's ear to examine it. "What's going on? Since when did you get the piercing?" "About a month after we came back from the grasslands." That was when he got his ear pierced. Celeste suddenly remembered the ethnic-styled earrings she had designed. "Is it because of that earring?" "Wasn't that designed for me?" Damon retorted as if the answer was self-evident. However, the reality wasn't that. Celeste couldn't help muttering, "What a narcissist." Damon pretended not to hear her and pulled her into his embrace. He lifted her chin and met her gaze. "I'm planning to pursue you
Upon hearing Celeste's words, Jane lapsed into silence. A palpable sadness draped over her, and she seemed immersed in contemplation for nearly five minutes. Eventually, she refrained from probing further about Celeste's mother, Sylvia. Celeste reasoned that it was only natural for Jane to empathize with a woman whose appearance resembled her own. Midway through the meal, Jane's phone rang. She received a video call on WhatsApp. She carefully set her cutlery aside, wiped her hands clean with a napkin, and retrieved her phone from her bag.Jane's countenance had been veiled in gloom for some time, but a radiant smile finally adorned her face as she warmly greeted the person on the other end of the call. "Lily.""Grandma, did you enjoy your meal today?" A gentle and warm female voice resonated from the phone. Celeste speculated that the person on the other end must be Lilian, Jane's god-granddaughter."I did. How was your day, Lily?" Jane inquired, revealing the affectionate dem
Jane and Lilian continued their conversation for an extended period, mainly expressing concern for each other's well-being. Despite not being blood-related, their strong bond and affection were evident.After concluding the call, Jane turned to Celeste with an apologetic smile. "Lily's health isn't the best. I said those things because I was worried about Lily's feelings. I hope you don't mind?" Celeste shook her head. "It's okay." Understanding the recentness of their acquaintance, she acknowledged the profound connection between Jane and Lilian, realizing she couldn't compete for Jane's love."Lilian has had a difficult life. Her family was in a car accident, and she was the only survivor. I took her in and raised her," Jane shared, her voice catching and her eyes reddening. There was a poignant tug at Celeste's heart. In the midst of life's difficulties, Lilian's journey had been marked by greater struggles than Celeste's, earning her a place of deep sympathy.That Saturday