Chapter 54
Celeste listened in silence. She asked herself in heart if she had heard these
words two months ago, would she still have initiated the breakup?
The answer was yes.
In fact, over the years, “Kendric” represented more than just a name to
Celeste. It symbolized a state of life. If she continued living in the “Kendric”
mode, she would never truly be herself.
Celeste pulled her feet back, picked up the shoes and socks beside, and silently prepared to leave.
But just as she neared the door, she turned around and saw Kendric staring at her intently from behind.
“Kendric, stop making up these stories.”
She slightly shook her head. “It’s too late.”
That night, Celeste slept alone in the bedroom, and Kendric didn’t come
back.
In the study upstairs. At around eleven, Kendric made a call.
At Beacon Senior Care, a caregiver answered the phone.
“Mr. Melville Sr. went to bed early today. When he woke up, I’ll let him know you called.”
In the silence of the night, Kendric sat alone in his study, lost in thought.
He recalled the day when Myles hit him, Celeste hadn’t even given him a
second look, let alone shown any concern for his injuries. At that moment his
emotion went beyond mere depression.
He couldn’t pinpoint where things had gone wrong. But that day when
Myles fell into the coma, the hatred in Celeste’s eyes had sent a shiver down his
spine.
Every time Kendric replayed that moment in his mind, he would be
tortured by the agony.
Starting from that day, he realized that using forceful tactics would only drive Celeste further away. So, he decided it was time for a change.
call.
It was almost two in the morning when his grandfather finally returned his
“What happened, Ken?”
“Celeste isn’t in a good mood lately.”
Caleb chuckled when he heard this, “then do something to make her happy.”
But Kendric was clueless about how to please her.
She had asked him to let her father temporarily live in Vader family, and he’d agreed.
yes.
She had asked him to assign Cade to protect her father, and he’d also said
But none of these things had succeeded in lifting her spirits.
“I told you to treat Cely better, did you do as I say?”
“I did, grandpa, but she… it seems like she doesn’t really care a
things.”
Kendric’s comprehension of “treating well” wasn’t quite the same as
Caleb’s. He thought of it as simply giving Celeste the very best villa, a perfect
wedding, and the most sparkling ring.
“Has she ever mentioned the reason of her displeasure?”
Kendric recalled their first argument, “she said I never respect her.”
Caleb sighed as he gazed outside the window, “Ken, if she feels you don’t
respect her, then it’s definitely your issue. Think about it, is there anything
wrong you’ve done?” His tone turned more serious.
Kendric remained silent for a while, “I get it, grandpa. I’ll reflect on
myself.”
Caleb couldn’t hep but scold, “you’re about to get engaged, and you still haven’t figured out how to respect Cely?”
Kendric silently accepted his barrage of criticism.
“Well, as long as she’s still willing to marry you, you better correct your mistakes.”
What Kendric didn’t say was that Celeste now was unwilling to marry him.
Kendric
Yet he refused to believe it and determined not to let anyone else bring it up.
The next morning, Celeste was surprised to find Kendric hadn’t left for
work when she got up.
As she went downstairs barefoot, she spotted the butler directing some guys to carpet the corridors outside.
Celeste gave a quick glance to Kendric, who was having breakfast in the
dining room.
She picked a seat as far away from him as possible.
“We’ll hang out this morning,” he said.
Celeste shook her head, “no, I have to be at the studio this morning.”
Kendric’s knife scraped against the porcelain plate, creating a screeching
sound. “Then this afternoon.”
“I have to visit my father this afternoon.”
Kendric fell silent. After a few seconds, he calmly said, “I’ll go with you.”
“Ahem…ahem…” Celeste choked on a mouthful of water. “What’s on your
mind?”
Kendric set down his knife and fork, wiped his hands clean, and stated, “it’s decided.”
With that, he left.
Celeste called out after him, “hey! Who agreed your decision?!”
After breakfast, Celeste drove to the studio. Sienna had been on a business trip the previous night and had left Celeste with a task, to sign a contract. The terms of the contract had already been settled, so Celeste just had to stamp it with the corporate seal.
Sienna had specially emphasized, “Cely, the customer ask you to go in
person. They wanna discuss some details with you.”
Celeste drove to the company early in the morning, grabbed the corporate
seal, and quickly headed to the address Sienna had provided.
As she drove into the villa, she had a feeling that the place seemed oddly
familiar, as if she’d been here before.
It didn’t click until she knocked on the villa’s door, and a middle–aged
woman came out. It’s none other than Mrs. Brown, who often joined Madelyn
for tea.
Mrs. Brown was pretty welcoming. She immediately invited Celeste inside.
After they sat down, Celeste patiently went over the contract in detail with Mrs. Brown. But it seemed like Mrs. Brown’s mind was wandering.
After about ten minutes later, the doorbell rang.
Mrs. Brown suddenly perked up at the sound, “excuse me, please hang on for a few minutes. I’ll be right back.”
Celeste nodded and set her laptop aside. She said politely, “take your time.
I’ve brought the contract with me, so you can sign it anytime.”
Mrs. Brown smiled and left.
When Celeste was sitting alone in the living room, a woman came downstairs.
Redeemed From Caged
