All Chapters of Ms. York's Second Proposal: Chapter 361 - Chapter 370

Celeste was escaping from Damon. The tiny Polo that Damon looked down upon wasn't actually hers—it was her factory's communal vehicle.She made her way to the hospital to see Lawrence. She rolled her car window down to let the cool autumn breeze in, attempting to disperse the heat on her face. In the eyes of outsiders, Damon was the one who wouldn't stop chasing after her. Damon himself shared this thought.Celeste appeared to have moved on long ago and now had her own life. Only Celeste herself knew that even after being apart for so long, she would still be stirred by his every move. After having a kettle thrown at him, his shoulder must be hurting a lot. Carly was right. Celeste did come up with schemes just to be able to sleep with Damon. When Carly insulted her with the truth, Damon was standing right there. She wondered what he was thinking about when he heard those words. Celeste even tried to lecture Carly, saying that she was an embarrassment to the Bishop family

"Why are you here?" The factory was in the suburbs. It was already 11:00 pm at night after Celeste's live stream was over. She didn't expect that someone would be waiting for her outside, so she was taken aback by Damon's presence. How did he get in here? Didn't the security stop him? The lollipop that her colleague gave her was dangling from her mouth. She nearly choked on her own saliva. "Why didn't you leave when your stomach started hurting during the live stream?" Damon didn't wait for Celeste to answer. He grabbed her arm and led her to his car. How did he know that her stomach was hurting? "What?" Celeste didn't want to move as she stood there. She was weaker because of the stomach pain. "We'll go have supper." Damon didn't exert a lot of strength, probably because he was scared of hurting her. His voice was gentle in the quiet night. He waited for her at midnight just to have supper together? Celeste was starving, yet she didn't forget about her important ta

When Damon hugged Celeste earlier, he had stuffed the car keys into the pocket of her coat. Although Celeste had always been vigilant, she didn't notice it at all. Her heart was so stirred up by Damon that she was left defenseless. No matter how much she wanted to deny it, her body couldn't lie. "I don't want it." Instinctively, she called him to turn his offer down. "Throw it away if you don't. Many people would want to take it off your hands." Damon was going to get mad again. Celeste thought about it. She would be leaving the country next year, so she certainly wouldn't buy a car in the meantime. She owed Damon too much already anyway—this car would mean nothing. She'd just return it to him before she left the country. She relented and said, "I'll use it for now. I'll return the car to you before I leave Taverdale." "Whatever you want." Damon hung up. …In the end, the matter was resolved according to Lawrence's plan. Lawrence's brother, Diego, had a gang fight wi

After Megan hid outside the country for over two months, she finally returned. When Celeste's live stream ended at night, she met Megan at a quiet bar for some deep conversation. "I've decided to follow my heart," Megan said after downing a glass of whiskey. She had an obedient-looking face, but she enjoyed hard liquor a lot. Every time Celeste was with her, the two of them never had any alcohol that was light or sweet. "Have you thought it through? Even if it means you wouldn't get his heart in the end?" The two knew each other too well. It was enough for Celeste to know what Megan wanted when she declared that. "As long as I stay by his side with no complaints, there will come a day where he'll fall for me. Even if it doesn't… Even if it means we can only be friends with benefits forever, I'll admit defeat." Megan chugged her whiskey again. Celeste reached out to hold Megan's hand and used her other hand to cover Megan's glass. "You would never have to stoop so low in

It was already midnight when Winston reached home after having dinner with a client. He then got a call from Megan. "Mr. Belasco, can we meet somewhere outside? I just came back to Taverdale and brought a gift for you," she said graciously. There was no hint of fear in her voice anymore. Instinctively, he checked the time on his watch and asked, "Where?" "Come to the presidential suite of the Regalia Club," she said. It was 11:00 pm at night, yet she was asking him to collect his gift in a presidential suite. No matter how slow a man could be, they'd understand the underlying intention. Besides, Winston was a womanizer himself. He hesitated for a bit before replying with a smile, "Sure." …The door to the presidential suite was barely closed. The heater in the room was turned on. Megan was wearing a red silk slip dress as she lazily leaned against the sofa and sipped her drink. A muscle-pain relief patch covered the wound on her arm, which conveniently hid the word