บททั้งหมดของ Ms. York's Second Proposal: บทที่ 301 - บทที่ 310

In this modern age of technology, the news spread rapidly. Coupled with Damon's manipulation, it wasn't long before various entertainers dominated Twitter. They were all about celebrities who were getting married, divorced, having affairs, or even soliciting prostitutes. The most shocking news of them all was about a renowned male singer exposed by his friend with benefits for raping an underage fan abroad. He was also accused of engaging in group debauchery. At first, someone paid to suppress the news. But Damon then spent a lot more money to bring the issue back to light, offering the girl a chance to launch a fierce attack against the male idol. All major social media platforms, such as Twitter and TikTok, were flooded with this kind of news for two weeks straight. When the male idol was sentenced to prison, everyone jumped in to defend women and discuss how the idol should be disqualified. It lasted for nearly a month. In contrast, nobody would remember a trivial issue like

"What's wrong?" Only then did Damon realize something was off. He stopped halfway as beads of sweat trickled down his forehead. "Get away from me." Clutching her stomach, Celeste sounded weak. She looked like she was in great pain. Damon checked her lower body. The color of the fluid on the floor seemed weird. Had her period arrived? "Isn't your period only going to arrive at the end of the month?" They once lived together before. Damon was even more attentive about these than Celeste back then. It was just the middle of the month, and yet her period came suddenly. It could only mean that the miscarriage, suicidal attempt, and fever in the detention center had affected her health. Guilt woke Damon up from jealousy. He carried her up onto the bed. "Where are your things?" he asked in a low voice. Celeste was feeling uncomfortable and didn't want to move. She jutted her chin at the closet. Celeste's pads and sanitary panties were in the drawer underneath the closet. Damon

Celeste had always been a vengeful person. Now that Carly was charging at her, she wouldn't back down either. The two didn't care about how they looked and started to pull each other's hair or scratch the other's face. It lasted till the security called the police. They were brought to the police station. The person in charge at the station knew Carly but not Celeste. He called Damon and said, "Mr. Bishop, someone beat your sister up. They're both at the Northroad police station now. Please come and have a look." What kind of slave was he? Celeste watched as that man talked to Damon pleasingly and felt nauseous. She had a look of disdain on her face. When Damon arrived at the station, it was already midnight. He became even thinner recently. He probably made some time in his busy schedule to come over. Dressed in a black suit, his white shirt was buttoned up to his neck. He exuded a cold demeanor. Celeste glanced icily at Damon as he walked into the interrogation room. The te

After they left, Spencer drove her home. Celeste turned her head away and leaned against the car window in the shotgun. There was sadness on her face. She didn't say anything the entire way back. Spencer didn't speak either. He sent her to her residential area. "Are you sad?" After parking the car, Spencer suddenly asked. Celeste didn't expect him to ask her. She avoided his eyes. "I'm alright." "If you are, stop looking as if somebody died." He had always had a sharp tongue. "You're the one who wanted to bail me out. Can't I be sad for a bit?" Celeste argued in a soft voice. "After losing Damon, you have me now. What's there to be sad about? I'm not any worse than Damon anyway." Spencer went so close to her that they could feel each other's breath. Although Celeste was slow to think about relationship matters, she could tell that Spencer had been trying to flirt with her for the past few times. But Spencer had never confessed his feelings to her in any way. She would

"What is this?" Leah researched Celeste's makeup and her way of dressing just to attract Damon's attention. She had always been arrogant. The fact that she had to set aside her ego and copy Celeste's style meant she had no other choice. Damon praised her for being pretty, and he even spaced out while staring at her. Leah's heart thumped faster, and her face turned red. Damon still looked indifferent. "Nothing. It's almost autumn, so it's just a gift for you." He had absent-mindedly bought this necklace from a shop downstairs. It took him less than five minutes to pay with his card when he entered the shop. When the two were close, it was normal for Damon to occasionally give her little gifts like this. This was the only time he gave her something since she got a divorce, and when Celeste appeared. Now that she looked at it, Damon finally lost hope for Celeste and was ready to start a new page with Leah. "Your neck looked empty whenever you took selfies. You can wear this