The Abduction of Celestine Oakmont のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

Celestine remained silent as she was watching Vincent unbuckling his seatbelt. She averted her gaze to him and look outside of the car.The gate of their mansion is what she saw. She almost had forgotten what her home looks like in months of being away. As she was gazing upon the huge gate of their mansion she can't help but remember the last time she had entered it."You alright?" he asked as her silence become deafening for him. They were fine earlier until they are getting near Oakmont's mansion."Yeah, I just can't believe that I'm here again. That I'm in front of our mansion that once I thought I won't be able to see again," she said with eyes still staring at their mansion gate."I'm sorry for keeping you away from home," he said as he was too staring at the gate.The mansion looks a bit abandoned now. The guardhouse is empty, dry leaves are lying in front of the gate and the gate's color is starting to fade. As she was staring at the mansion

"Is everyone at their rightful places?" he asked while fixing his collar in front of the mirror."Mr. Mogilevich, everyone's at their rightful place now and the car is also ready," said one of his associates."Good. Where is Victor?""He will just meet you at the event, Mr. Mogilevich."He raised one of his eyebrows. "He called?"The associate nodded his head. "Yes, Mr. Mogilevich. He also reminded that you shouldn't be late and you must attend the after-party.""Send him a message that I don't want to go to the after-party. I have better things to do."The door abruptly opens. Even with his eyes closed, Venedict knew who was the person who did that. It was none other than his brother, Victor."If I say you'll attend the after-party, you will," Victor said before standing next to him.He looked at his brother and examined his look. He cleared his throat and once again look at himself in the mirror."Your suit look

The clicking sound of keys as Vincent hastily tries to find the right key to the padlock sounds like a wind chime to Celestine, slowly swaying her back to the past where she first tried to open her father's room.She could still remember the time when thunderstorms keep her awake at night and all she could do was to hug the pillow that was her father's birthday gift to somehow make herself safe inside of her room. And she will count one to ten while saying her prayers out loud for someone to knock on her room's door and before she could even finish counting, she will hear a knock and to her surprise, it has always been her father checking up on her.Those memories she had with her father will forever be in her heart.Vincent stopped trying to open the door and glanced at Celestine for a moment. She looked stunned and not in herself. Her eyes never left the padlock even though he had stopped what he was doing. He reached her hand and squeezed it tightly.C

No one dared to speak. If crickets were present, it might be the only thing they would be hearing. The idea of marriage never crossed her mind. And now that it did, she doesn't think she's ready for that. "What? You don't want to marry me?" he asked, his eyes still on her. It was not his intention to say it out loud but he already did. She bit her lower lip. "It's not that I don't want to marry you." He put his phone back in his pocket then he folded his arms against his chest. Celestine is not facing him; she's staring at the garden. "Then what is it?" he asked, desperate for answers. He doesn't have any plans of proposing but he wants to marry Celestine but it doesn't mean that he will make a move to make it happen this early. He's aware that they just started getting to know each other and they're in the process of just enjoying things between them. He's not the kind of a guy who wants to ruin things by rushing them. But Celestine is acting

Venedict had emptied his bottle of champagne yet he was still sober enough to clench his fist in thoughts of Bonifacio. He knew that there would be a time when crossing paths with Bonifacio is inevitable but he wasn't expecting to see him at the event, for Bonifacio is never fond of events, most especially of after-parties. And until now, he's still thinking of possible reasons why Bonifacio was there."Give me another bottle of champagne," he said to one of his men that answered him with a simple nod before walking towards his champagne collection.He put a cigarette in between his lips and lit it. He immediately sucks smoke and lets it out to his nostrils. As the smoke invaded his body the memories from the past come rushing back to him like smoke that did not get out of his body and possibly he will never get rid of.Losing up his tie has always been the first thing he does he step his foot on the doorstep of their house. Tonight is like those usual nights ex