Chapter 52
The moonlight filtered through the branches of the trees outside, casting a flickering pattern on the floor.
Celeste stared at the shadows on the ground, but her mind wandered somewhere far away, she wasn’t sure how long it had been before she finally got up from the bed, her eyes dritting over the slightly disheveled sheets. A sarcastic smile tugged at the corners of her lips.
If she hadn’t bitten Damien earlier, he might have really done something to her.
After getting up, she went to the bathroom to take a shower..
She rarely stayed overnight at the Wrenford residence, so she hadn’t prepared any clothes, except for a plain white bathrobe that she could wear.
By the time she finished showering, it was already past 10:00 pm.
Feeling incredibly thirsty and Instrated, but not wanting plain water, she went downstairs to grab some alcohol.
The Wrenford residence was eerily quiet. Everyone else had already gone to bed, and the living room was empty.
To avoid disturbing the housekeepers on the first floor, Celeste didn’t turn on the lights, tiptoeing as she made her way to the kitchen.
There was beer in the fridge, the same brand she had loved to drink a few years ago.
She grabbed two bottles and was about to close one side of the fridge when she suddenly locked eyes with a pair of dark, piercing eyes.
Startled, Celecte stumbled backward, almost losing her balance. The beer slipped from her hand,
A large pair of hands caught her waist, steadying her, and the other hand snatched the fallen beer bottle. She looked up, and with the light from the slightly open fridge door, she finally saw the man before her.
Adrian was wearing a black bathrobe. His usual aloofness had been replaced with a rare softness. His cold eyes were fixed on her.
Celeste, oblivious to the situation, didn’t realize that her bathrobe, already loosely tied, had loosened further due to her fall.
From Adrian’s angle, it was clear to see the scene that lay beneath her robe. The view, strildngly beautiful, immediately caught his eye.
Celeste, aware of his gaze, didn’t rush to move. Instead, she smiled faintly, her voice calm, “Mr. Wrenford.
Adrian frowned slightly, and for a moment, his focus wavered as he met her gaze. Once he snapped out of it, he quickly released her.
“It’s late, and you’re down here in the dark I thought a thief broke into the house.”
“I didn’t want to disturb anyone’s rest,” Celeste replied softly, closing the fridge door. She casually twisted open the beer bottle in her hand.
Adrian, without saying a single word, handed her the beer bottle in his palm. “Here.”
Celeste glanced down at the beer bottle in his hand under the dim light, then lifted her gaze to meet his. Instead of taking it, she held up her own beer bottle, gently linking it against his
The bottles made acrisp sound as they collided. She took a sip, ar smile faint. “Thank you, Mr. Weenford ”
They shared a quick glance in the low light, but before he could say a single word, she turned and strode off
What she didn’t realize was that, behind her, Adrian’s lips had curled upward silly–an almost imperceptible smalle forming
Celeste wasn’t good with alcohol, and just a bit of beer was enough to make her drowsy. She pulled over a chair, leaned back on the balcony, and stared out at the night.
Her beer bottle slowly emptied, and her gaze grew more distant and unfocused, in the laze, the noticed a tall figure leaning against the balcony next door. Adriansoftly asked, “Are you drunk?”
