After she rushed back to the apartment yesterday, Celia was terrified and immediately told Joanna about running into Celestine.
Joanna did her best to comfort her, then casually mentioned that since moving in, she herself had never seen Celestine around the building.
In that instant, everything clicked for Celia.
So that’s it. Celestine must have found out she’d moved here and had deliberately chosen to live in this complex!
Celia knew it–there was no way her mother could just let go of her and Dad so easily.
Even with amnesia, her mother was still the same sneaky, scheming woman, always working in the shadows!
Chester’s gaze on Celestine deepened, colored by the words from his daughter.
He and Joanna had booked their visit to the monastery to fulfill a vow more than a week ago. It wouldn’t have taken much digging for someone to find out.
What’s more, they’d intentionally picked the west entrance–a side path hardly anyone used.
If Celestine hadn’t done her homework in advance, there was no way they would’ve just bumped into each other “by coincidence.”
“If you wanted to see me and Celia, Celestine, there was no need for all this drama,” Chester said coldly.
Celestine didn’t answer. She simply started down the steps, determined not to listen to another word. If she stayed a second longer, she might just lose her appetite for last night’s chicken broth, thanks to the absurd imaginations of this father–daughter duo.
But as she passed by them/ someone caught her by the wrist.
“Celestine, I’m talking to you.”
Chester’s voice was thick with irritation.
Celestine’s eyes dropped to where his hand gripped her arm. A flash of disgust crossed her face–só brief it was almost invisible.
Chester caught the expression, and for a split second, he wondered if his eyes were
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playing tricks on him.
Was Celestine disgusted–at him?
But he dismissed the idea almost instantly. If she really couldn’t stand him, she would’ve shaken him off right away, not put on this little act of resisting yet wanting attention.
She was just looking for ways to stay on his radar, as always.
Before Celestine could react, Chester released her wrist.
Her eyes, icy and detached, traveled from his hand to his face. “So, when do plan on divorcing me?” she asked, her tone flat.
Chester stared back at her, his expression unreadable.
you
After she’d left the Fordham estate that day, he’d checked the security footage. Sure enough, it was clear Joanna had tripped on her own–and he’d also seen Celestine quietly take the marriage certificate with her.
For the first time, it hit him how much losing one’s memory could change a person’s feelings.
But there was no way he’d agree to a divorce while she was still this irrational. He was the only sensible one left in this family now.
Steadying his emotions, Chester pressed, “Why are you in such a hurry to get
divorced?”
Celestine let out a cold laugh. “Because the thought of being married to a man like you, with children no less, makes me lose my appetite and sleep. I’m so freaked out, I’ve been praying at the church for a way out.”
-If she wanted to be cruel, she could be.
Predictably, Chester’s face grew darker. “Celestine, do you even hear yourself?”
Joanna quickly stepped in, trying to smooth things over. “Celly, don’t joke like that with Chester. You’re even holding a blessing charm from the church–it’s for Chester, isn’t it? Chester, don’t take her words to heart.”
Following Joanna’s gaze, Chester noticed the blue blessing charm clutched in Celestine’s right hand. It was just the kind he liked.
But after everything she’d said today, he didn’t care for it one bit.
“Don’t bother with pointless gestures like that again. I don’t need them.”
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He’d thought that after all these years of marriage, Celestine had changed from the stubborn college girl he’d known. But now it seemed the only thing she’d held onto was her sharp tongue.
She paid attention to his schedule, cared about his health, but still used talk of divorce just to provoke him and keep his attention.
Chester raised his hand, ready to accept the charm and give her a way out of the confrontation.
But Celestine ignored the gesture, stuffing the charm back into her pocket with a cool voice. “You’re right, it’s meaningless. You should be doing things like this with your new girlfriend anyway. Just hurry up and sign the divorce papers, and stop making me sick.”
