Chapter Twenty-Five VIII

From: Vincent

Alright. I'll buy you ice cream.

Celestine couldn't stop herself from smiling upon reading the text message. Indeed, she's not yet sleepy and she craves ice cream on this cold night but she texted that with no hopes of a reply from Vincent but surprisingly, he did. And he even agreed into buying her ice cream.

To: Vincent

Will wait for ya. :))

She put her phone down on the bedside table and she properly lie in bed. She stares blankly at the ceiling and remembers what happened to her before Vincent came to rescue her. She raised her hands and stare at her wounded wrists. They're still reddish and sore.

Until now, she couldn't think of a reason why Kingston just left after what she said. She hopes that what Kingston confessed to her is just something he made up because she doesn't know how to explain everything to Vincent once she confirmed that what Kingston feels for her