Chapter 547

Celeste was struggling with her thoughts. When Damon nudged her elbow, she was so startled that she dropped her number plate to the ground. She bent down to pick it up, her face blushing.

He moved ahead of her, picking up the plate and handing it to her. She detected his neroli scent. As if unintentionally, he touched her palm, causing her breath to halt for a moment.

It reminded her of a renowned domestic painter who encountered an actress on the plane.

That stunning beauty, who could captivate all men with her charm, had been asleep since boarding the plane. The painter woke her up to have the meal. His heart raced with excitement as he passed her meal from the stewardess.

"Just passing things to her can be romantic," the painter reminisced.

Somehow, Celeste recalled that romantic encounter.

"Thank you," she said softly, her face growing hotter.

Damon didn't respond. Instead, he raised an eyebrow and blinked meaningfully.

Was she shy?

He had meticulously arranged for such an