Chapter 19 Why Did You Attempt Suicide

After she left Damon's villa in the afternoon, Celeste didn't expect to be going back there again in the wee hours of the morning.

"Henry York, you piece of trash … You're not even human," she incoherently mumbled as she lay in the backseat of the Rolls-Royce Cullinan.

"What?" Damon thought he'd heard someone's name.

"Henry York! A piece of trash who's barely human!" Celeste said again.

Henry York? As in Shannon's father?

"You know Henry York?" Damon asked with faked nonchalance as he drove.

"Why would I know that piece of trash? I won't acknowledge him. And it's not just me. Cal won't, either! He should fucking go to hell!"

Suddenly, Celeste slid off the seat and vomited all over Damon's car.

Damon was a clean freak, so his car was always spotless. The alcohol-tinged smell of puke made him frown.

"Celeste York!" he shouted.

When he stopped the car at a corner and looked back at Celeste, he found her already passed out.

Was Celeste a pig? How could she fall asleep when it s