At that ti, he said to obediently take the dicine and not cause unnecessary trouble for him, as abortion is also not good for a woman’s body.
Ethan Barnes, on the other end, raised his eyebrows. He had left in a hurry and almost forgot about this matter, "Alright, go buy the morning-after pill, but let the driver go get it."
Celeste Linden didn’t say anything else, indicating her agreent, and the driver hung up the phone, "Miss Linden, stay in the car; I’ll go buy the dicine."
After saying that, the driver got out of the car.
Celeste Linden stayed alone in the car. She turned her head to look out the window. At that mont, through the rearview mirror from afar, she saw a luxury car with a remarkable license plate, clearly one of the Barnes family series, Walter Barnes’ car.
Walter Barnes had finally arrived.
Celeste Linden was waiting for this mont. She quickly unbuttoned two buttons and pulled down her collar a bit, letting a small fragrant shoulder show ambiguously. Her disheveled appearance mingled with purity and evoked an enticing allure, extrely captivating.
Celeste Linden opened the rear car door and noticed it had started to rain.
The raindrops were quite large, falling on her body one after another.
At this mont, Walter Barnes’ car drove over, and Celeste Linden swiftly ran up to it and directly collided with the car.
The shrill sound of brakes rang out imdiately.
The driver braked suddenly, and Walter Barnes in the back seat looked up displeased, "What’s going on? Can’t you even drive properly?"
The driver replied, "Bo... Boss, a girl suddenly rushed out, and I think I hit her."
"Then get out and take a look, give her so money, and settle it. I’m in a hurry to go back."
"Yes, boss." The driver prepared to get out of the car.
But in the next second, Walter Barnes saw through the front windshield a familiar figure. Celeste Linden was trying to stand up but quickly fell again.
"Don’t move!" Walter Barnes called out.
The driver, who was just about to get out, froze imdiately. He looked at his boss suspiciously, wondering what was going on with him.
Walter Barnes quickly opened the rear car door and ran out himself.
Celeste Linden had collided with the car, but it wasn’t serious. Her knee had hit the bumper and got slightly scratched. Now she was sitting on the ground, like a fragile white flower in the rain, evoking compassion.
"Miss Linden, are you okay? Are you badly hurt?" Walter Barnes, who couldn’t walk past a beauty, now squatted down diligently and caringly, offering sincere inquiries.
Celeste Linden looked up at Walter Barnes, "Are you Ethan’s father?"
Walter Barnes looked at Celeste Linden. She was wearing a white dress, clean and unstained, with a disheveled collar revealing her delicate shoulder. Now on her shoulder, neck, and butterfly-shaped bones, there were kiss marks.
Although Walter Barnes chose his son, things unattainable often stir restlessness, so he couldn’t forget Celeste Linden. He even had people investigate today. Ethan had Celeste brought to the villa, and what happened between the two was self-evident.
Seeing Walter Barnes staring at her fragrant shoulder, Celeste swiftly pulled her collar to cover herself. Her big watery eyes warily looked at Walter Barnes, "Your son is a beast, and you’re no better; you’re the father of a beast!"
The father of the beast, Walter Barnes, suddenly felt he could not counter this, "..."
Celeste Linden struggled to stand up, "Even if I die, I won’t be toyed with by people like you anymore!"
With that, Celeste ran off, heading directly to the edge of the bridge as if she intended to jump down.
Walter Barnes was startled. How could he bear to see Celeste Linden jump into the lake? He ran over and grabbed Celeste from behind, "Miss Linden, don’t be impulsive."
Being held by Walter Barnes, Celeste only felt disgusted. She tried hard to hold back and shed two tears, "Let go, I don’t want you to ddle, none of you are good people."
Walter Barnes felt Celeste in his arms was soft as if boneless, truly fragrant and tender like jade. Her natural scent kept wafting into his nostrils, without any artificial fragrance. It was too captivating; he finally understood his son’s happiness.
"Miss Linden, don’t get excited; I’m a good person. I really am. Tell what exactly happened?"
"Don’t you know what happened? Your son forcibly takes what he wants, forcing to be a concubine. He doesn’t even like ; he just uses as a stand-in because I resemble a girl he likes."
Walter Barnes thought for a mont, "Miss Linden, are you talking about Carlotta?"
Carlotta?
Celeste...
The pronunciation of these two nas is exactly the sa.
Celeste Linden recalled Ethan’s tender murmur when things got passionate earlier. He wasn’t calling Celeste; he was calling Carlotta.
So that girl’s na is Carlotta.
No wonder, four years ago when he first t her, he called her Celeste. Just thinking about how Ethan was lying on her earlier, calling another girl’s na, made Celeste feel like vomiting.
"Carlotta grew up with Ethan as childhood sweethearts, but later she passed away," Walter Barnes said.
"I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to hear any of it. Every mont with Ethan, that beast, is tornt. No one can help , no one can rescue . I might as well just die." Celeste made another move to jump into the river.
This was a provocative tactic; Walter Barnes imdiately felt his head heat up and fell for it, "Miss Linden, don’t jump into the river. I’ll help, I can help you."
"Really?" Celeste looked at Walter Barnes.
"Well..." Walter Barnes hesitated again, after all, he was quite fearful of Ethan’s thods.
Celeste shoved Walter Barnes away and coldly mocked, "Don’t deceive ; as far as I know, you’re very afraid of your son. Your son struts around the house, you might as well call him ’dad’!"
What?
Walter Barnes was infuriated. The relationship between him and Ethan was already a thorn in his throat. Now, Celeste pierced through that thin paper, directly revealing it. He was furious, "Who said that? Was it that unfilial son Ethan who told you?"
"Who told isn’t important; your hesitation just now was real."
"I... I just thought this matter needed careful consideration."
"Next Saturday, Ethan plans to take away. If you co to take away that day, I’ll believe you. Otherwise, just admit that Ethan has already been riding on your head! You’ve been a pushover for half your life; might as well continue in the latter half." Celeste threw down these words and walked away without looking back.
...
Celeste quickly returned, and the driver, who had bought the morning-after pill, was looking for her everywhere, "Miss Linden, you finally ca back. Weren’t you supposed to stay in the car? Oh, why are you hurt? I’ll call the young master right now."
The driver reached for his phone.
"Don’t call your young master. I just felt stuffy and went out for so air, accidentally got hit by a car. If you tell your young master about this, he’ll bla you for not managing well and causing to get hurt. Guess how your young master will punish you?"
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