Before Trevor could respond, Quincy patted him on the shoulder and said, "I'll leave her to you."

With that, Quincy rubbed his throbbing temples and took the lead in leaving.

Trevor walked over, picked up Celeste's bag, then lifted her into his arms and carried her out of the private room.

Downstairs, as Trevor carried Celeste toward his car, Jorge was just about to get into his own car as well. When he saw them, he paused his actions.

Watching how intimately Trevor held Celeste, he hesitated for a moment, then took out his phone and snapped a few photos.

Trevor's car was parked not far from Jorge's. Soon, Trevor had placed Celeste into the car and gotten in as well.

Seeing this, Jorge hesitated for a moment before getting into his own car. After Trevor's car drove off, he stepped on the accelerator and followed.

Trevor drove steadily the entire way.

Jorge didn't even notice how much time had passed until Trevor's car entered a well-known villa district in Baumond. It was only then that Jorge turned away and merged back into traffic.

He made a call immediately. "Check whether Trevor owns any property in that villa district."

Not long after giving the order, he received an answer just as he got home.

"Trevor does own a property there. More precisely, he's been living there for the past few years. Before his divorce, his wife and daughter lived there too. Now, it's only him and his daughter."

So, that villa district was Trevor's main residence? And he actually brought Celeste straight home?

Jorge's expression darkened.

...

The next day, when Celeste woke up, her head was pounding.

As her consciousness returned and she sat up, taking in the unfamiliar room, she thought for a moment that she was still groggy from sleep and seeing things.

But when it sank in that she really was in Trevor's residence and in the master bedroom, no less-she froze.

After a while, she finally realized that she must have gotten drunk last night and that Trevor had brought her back here.

Daylight was already streaming in from the outside.

Her bag was placed neatly on the bedside table.

Not intending to stay in the room

any longer, she quickly got out of et

bed, slipped on the slippers by

he

bed grabbed her bag and headed

out of the bedroom.

The moment she stepped out, she ran into the housekeeper coming upstairs.

The housekeeper smiled. "Mrs. Fleming, you're awake."

"Just call me Cel," Celeste said.

The housekeeper gave an awkward smile, looking a little troubled.

After a brief pause, Celeste asked, "Last night, he..."

The housekeeper understood what she meant and smiled. "Mr. Fleming slept in the study last night."

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Celeste nodded. Just as she was about to say something else, Trevor walked out of the study next door still in his sleepwear. .net>

When he saw them, his gaze settled on Celeste. "You're awake."

Celeste nodded. "Thank you for last night."

"You're welcome."

"Mom?" Jordyn had just woken up as well. Seeing Celeste at home, she thought she was dreaming.

When she realized she wasn't, she ran over in delight and threw herself into Celeste's arms. "Mom, when did you come back?"

"... Last night."

Celeste turned and exchanged a few words with her

in followed, new

Jordyn into her room to freshen up Afte that, they headed downstairs together for breakfast.

By the time they got there, Trevor was already dressed neatly and waiting for them.