The drug was taking effect, and at this moment, Celeste was barely conscious."Let go! Mark Elliot, you stupid pig!" She was still trying to provoke Mark, forcefully stumbling toward the table.A strong arm wrapped around her waist, and a cool hand pressed against her forehead."Don't be afraid, it's me!"In her daze, Celeste heard the voice and paused, her mind in a fog."Da…Damon?""Yes, it's me. Don't be afraid." His voice was gentle as he held her tightly in his arms.Realizing it was Damon, Celeste felt a wave of relief wash over her. She instinctively nestled closer to his chest, her head resting against his heart. "Take me away… take me to the hospital.""Does your head hurt?" Damon quickly checked the bump on her head from when she hit the table.Celeste used all her strength to shake her head. "Take me to the hospital. I've been drugged."In her current state, Damon was an irresistible temptation to her, and she didn't know how much longer she could hold out.Damon'
Celeste's mind was completely overtaken by the drug. Her thoughts were a muddled mess, and her actions were driven purely by instinct. Her cheeks burned, her entire body aflame with heat. Despite unbuttoning her shirt down to her stomach, she found no relief and grew increasingly desperate, tears welling up in her eyes."Damon, help me," she pleaded, clutching his right arm and pressing herself against him.Damon's arm, held tightly by Celeste, felt unnaturally rigid."Stop," Damon rasped, his voice hoarse. His jaw was clenched, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.Suddenly, he felt like a romcom hero being relentlessly seduced by the heroine.Celeste didn't need to say much; just pressing against him and saying, "Damon, help me," was enough to break his resolve.Perhaps if Damon's heart was clear of desire, it would allow to overcome his temptations. But his heart was filled with Celeste, the very ghost haunting his desires."Damon," Celeste called out, her voic
Nicholas knew how much Damon treasured Celeste, so he specially selected the most expensive antidote and brought over the best medical personnel, waiting nervously at the hospital until the early hours of the morning. But Damon never showed up. Eventually, unable to hold out any longer, Nicholas called him.The phone rang until it disconnected without an answer. Nicholas, usually quick-witted, suddenly had a lapse in judgment. Could something have happened? The fact that Celeste had been drugged was already a serious matter. In a moment of panic, he called Celeste directly.This time, someone answered."Nicholas, can you stop being so annoying?" It was Damon's voice, strained and clearly frustrated.In that instant, Nicholas had a flash of insight and suddenly understood."Alright, you better carry on," he said hurriedly, hanging up. He then waved to the medical staff who had been dragged to the hospital for the emergency. "You can all go home and get some rest."Afterward, he
After teasing her, Damon let out a, "Hmmm," seemingly mocking Celeste."Well... the situation was unique. People under the influence of drugs aren't fully in control of their actions," Celeste stammered, trying to explain."Oh?" Damon raised an eyebrow, his expression clearly beckoning her to continue what she was saying.Realizing his amusement, Celeste felt a mix of shame and anger. Her face lost some of its redness, and she started speaking without thinking."We've slept together before. You're the one being overly dramatic. Do you think being with me is a loss? We're both adults. Who are you trying to fool with this act?"If you're so worried about being taken advantage of, maybe you should buy a chastity belt. That'll keep everyone away!" she retorted. Her words were harsh, despite it being her who had clung to Damon. Now she was turning the tables, calling him dramatic.Surprisingly, Damon remained unbothered. He just smiled and let her vent.Celeste, realizing she was b
"Alright, you're not just putting on a show. You're deeply in love." Damon smirked as he reached over to fasten Celeste's seatbelt.If his meticulous investigation over the past few days was correct, he could already confirm that Sebastian's orientation was not what he felt toward Celeste. Although Damon felt jealous at the thought of Sebastian being Celeste's nominal husband, he found this fact easier to accept now.Celeste was still confused and regretting what had just happened. When she saw Damon approaching, she inexplicably panicked."What's up?" she asked with a slightly guilty tone.Damon pulled her seatbelt over and fastened it, teasing, "I'm fastening your seatbelt. What else did you think? Did you think I was going to kiss you?"Celeste was speechless. She frowned disapprovingly at him. "Damon, is this matter going to be swept under the rug?"Only then did Damon kindly let her go. He suppressed his smile and looked straight ahead as he drove out of the car park.They
After Damon saw Celeste's face instantly turn pale, he sighed and immediately turned on the hazard lights, pulling over to the side of the road. The enclosed space of the car was a private haven amidst the pouring rain outside."Come here!" Damon looked at the frozen Celeste and opened his arms to her.Freed from the constraints of the seatbelt, Celeste bent slightly, curling her shoulders inward to hug herself tightly. She seemed oblivious to Damon's voice and was lost in her own little world.Damon felt his heart squeeze painfully when he saw her like this. This habit reportedly started after Celeste's mother passed away and she developed depression. A tough woman like her, who feared nothing, rarely showed such vulnerability. It made Damon want to cherish her even more.He sighed and leaned over. He then lifted and carried her over the center console and onto his lap.Celeste was slender and fragile, making it effortless for him to hold her like this. He had done this last nigh
By the time they arrived at Celeste's place, it was already noon."Goodbye," Celeste said softly as she opened the car door. Without waiting for Damon's response, she got out of the car.The road was wet and slippery after the rain, and the flood of water had not been cleared yet.Damon watched as Celeste took off her high heels, held them in her hand, and walked barefoot into the courtyard. Her feet were slender and fair, with just a hint of pinkness at the heels.Although Celeste had suffered over the years, she had a beautiful appearance that seemed untouched by worldly troubles. Naturally, no one associated her with the words "human suffering". In the eyes of society, a beautiful woman like her seemed to have an easier time and lived a good life.Of course, if Celeste wanted to live a better life, it would be easy. All she had to do was attach herself to someone, lower her head, and not care about her thoughts. There were plenty of men willing to line up to give her everythi
It was 1:00 pm when Damon arrived at the Southlake Detention Center, and the sun was shining brightly outside. However, there was a chill surrounding him as he entered.Even though Liam was accustomed to his indifferent air, seeing the fierceness in his expression still startled him."Mr. Bishop." Liam quickly stood up."Where is he?" Damon asked."He's inside. I've taken care of it," Liam replied.Damon nodded slightly and walked into the room where Mark was being held, with Liam following closely behind.Mark was handcuffed, with bruises on his lips and a swollen face. It was evident that he had been "taken care of".Although Mark was not from Taverdale, he still had power and influence. Liam's method of "taking care" completely disregarded the businessman's reputation."Oh, Mr. Fletcher, you're getting more ruthless," Damon spoke lightly, devoid of emotion."Don't flatter me, Mr. Bishop. He deserved it," Liam said, lifting his chin.He believed he understood Damon to some