Chapter 387

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