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
Lawrence left with a hint of loneliness. Celeste wandered and lazed for over an hour before reaching the villa's gate.During the last ten minutes of her journey, Celeste walked barefoot. Somehow, her fair soles got pricked, resulting in a small cut.This made Celeste realize something.She did not know why Damon was upset, but she thought just walking home might not calm him down. If he wanted her to feel foot pain, she was okay with that.Gritting her teeth, she shut her eyes and purposefully stepped on a sharp stone by the doorstep flowerbed.Celeste winced and sucked in a sharp breath as blood began to trickle.She steadied herself and walked through the door.Liam had not yet left, and he stood at the gate waiting for her. However, he was shocked to see the bloodstains under her feet."Mrs. Bishop, what's wrong? That injury looks bad," he said, abandoning his usual composure and raising his voice for those inside to hear.In less than half a minute, Damon emerged with a c
"Celeste, do you think the surveillance cameras at the door are just for show?" Damon felt utterly furious at Celeste. He pinched her chin and forced her to look into his eyes.However, the tears in her eyes momentarily caught him off guard, and the pressure of his fingers eased."Huh?" Celeste did not understand at first and took a moment to grasp his meaning."I didn't intentionally hurt myself for sympathy under the surveillance. I just wanted you to calm down ..." Celeste tried to explain but then sadly lowered her gaze. "Forget it, you won't believe me anyway."Her vulnerable side tugged at Damon's sympathy. His temper slowly went down, but he refrained from pulling her into an embrace."Celeste, there are many ways to solve problems, and self-harm is the least advisable," he said."But I don't even know why you're angry. How am I supposed to fix it?" asked Celeste. She still had not figured out what she did wrong!Damon felt somewhat awkward. How could he explain? Was it b
Damon was remarkably efficient. After interviewing in the afternoon, the villa was already bustling with a butler, gardener, housekeeper, chef, and eight other household staff by evening.Around 7:00 pm, someone politely invited Celeste downstairs for dinner. Having stayed in her room all afternoon, she felt uneasy seeing the sudden surge of people in the villa."What's going on?" she asked."I'm your servant, Edna Woods, Mrs. Bishop. I'll be taking care of your daily needs," a middle-aged woman in her 50s introduced herself to Celeste."Um ..." Celeste had a few years of being chauffeured and cared for by nannies when she was young. But after working in a club and living a working-class life for so long, being served again made her uncomfortable."I don't need anyone to serve me," Celeste whispered to Damon while Edna was in the kitchen. The idea of having someone serve her seemed odd.Damon had expected her reaction and calmly remarked, "Is Mrs. Bishop trying to ruin my reputat