Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ms. York's Second Proposal: Kabanata 331 - Kabanata 340

Why was she everywhere? Celeste should feel sorry for herself instead of seeing Sherry and Damon here. Before Celeste could speak, Megan stretched an arm out and hid Celeste behind. "This is a public place and not your house. Of course, we can be here as well." "You just happened to know that Damon and I are here to see some friends, so you wanted to get his attention! Why bother putting up an act?" Ignoring Megan, Sherry continued to attack Celeste. "Sherry, certain things that you cherish might just be trash that was thrown away by others. Not everyone cares about whatever you care about." Megan couldn't stand her as she talked down to Sherry. Her analogy made Celeste burst out laughing. She didn't know that her best friend was so good at talking. Maybe Megan got her skills from arguing with Celeste's anti-fans online when she was the topic of gossip. The thought of that was hilarious to Celeste. She looked at Megan with gratitude. Did Megan just say that he was a piece o

Celeste had probably had a few drinks. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were watery. When she saw Damon leaning against the wall smoking, she pouted. She was going to leave. Damon had been missing her so much for the past two days, so how could he let her go? He put out his cigarette and strode over. He reached out to hold her waist. "Let me go!" Celeste demanded. She stepped on his foot with her heels. Damon carried her and pushed her against the wall. "Do you hate that girl or something? Why did you let her pay for the whiskey?" Damon didn't sound like he was asking a question. Instead, his voice was seductive as he whispered into her ear. He was amazed by how evil this woman could be. "She's Carly's friend. She should take responsibility as well since Liam got slapped." Celeste snickered. "I was generous enough to only scam her for two bottles of alcohol." "What a vengeful woman." Damon chuckled. Celeste's ear was sensitive. When he breathed into her ear, her f

Celeste looked at Damon from afar before turning away. Damon, on the other hand, didn't move his eyes away from her. "That brat, Damon, is looking at you," Megan said. "Ignore him. Something's wrong with that man." Celeste pursed her lips. She didn't expect Sherry to be able to accept the fact that there was a hickey on Damon's neck. The two got into the car. The driver sent Celeste back home first. On their way back, the two women sat together in the back seat as they leaned against each other. "You should give Caro a chance to pursue you. He's quite a nice guy," Celeste suddenly said. "We'll see about that. On the other hand, were you with Damon when you left the room?" Celeste didn't say anything, but it was a silent yes. "Wow. You're a rational woman, so you wouldn't need me to lecture you. You know what's the best thing to do," Megan said after a moment of silence. She sighed. "Don't worry. I won't be a mistress. You know that my ego wouldn't allow it." Celeste

The upper-class circle of Taverdale was not all that large. Leah soon found out about Sherry. For a moment, she lost her mind. She went to Damon's office with teary eyes and demanded an answer. Damon was focused on his work. He lifted his head up. "What did you say?" He didn't even hear what she said. Leah suddenly looked humiliated. Her anger dissipated too. "I asked if you're dating Sherry now?" "Is that any of your business?" Ever since Leah failed to seduce Damon last time, it had been a while since she appeared anywhere near Damon. This time, she came to ask about such an irrelevant matter. Damon merely felt annoyed at her. He didn't even want to answer her at all. "I promised Uncle John to take care of you, but that doesn't mean you're allowed to test my patience again and again." Damon slammed his fists on the table. His eyes were dark and cold, but they were filled with fury. Around Damon, Leah had always been able to get her way because they'd grown up together

Celeste's words immediately shut the designers up. The two gawked at her without a word. "That's my ex-husband, Damon," Celeste explained. "No… No way." The one who said that she wished she could sleep with Damon immediately stuttered. She felt so awkward. As their car slowed down on the uphill road, the sound of horses became clearer as they approached. When they looked out of the window again, the man had taken off his sunglasses. He was holding the reins with one hand while clutching the handle with another. Wearing riding boots, his legs pressed against the horse's belly as they galloped forward. Those deep-set eyes and tall nose of his clearly suggested that it was Damon. The designers exchanged an awkward look. But Celeste was unfazed. She moved away from the window where she had been admiring the scenery just a moment ago. "Why is he here? To chase after his ex-wife?" Spencer asked. Celeste shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe he's on a trip with Ms. Holmer." When they