Chapter 681

The bedroom door wasn't locked, and when Damon pushed it open, Celeste was seen lying flat on the bed while staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Are you going on a hunger strike?" Damon frowned as he looked at her with displeasure. He questioned her straight away.

Hunger strike? As a pregnant woman, it was impossible for her to do such a thing. Even if not for herself, she had to think about the baby. She merely had no appetite and couldn't eat much, that was all.

But why would Celeste tell Damon the truth?

She gave him a cold glance and said nothing.

"It's your body. If you don't eat, you're the one who suffers." Damon raised his voice upon seeing her resistance.

"I know it's my body. So, stop bothering me," Celeste said indifferently, as if even speaking to him was a torment.

"Celeste, even if you don't care about yourself, you should think about Leo. You don't want Leo to suffer, do you?" Damon's chest tightened with pain, and his voice turned icy.

"Leo is your son, Damon." Cele