Celeste’s POV
The moment I stepped out of the café, the air just felt off.
I walked steadily at first, as if nothing had happened like I hadn’t just been sitting with a man who looked at me in a way that made me choke up inside.
Like his mother hadn’t just seen us together.
By the time I reached the road, I let out a sharp breath. “What was that, Celeste…” I mumbled to myself.
I flagged down a cab and jumped inside, giving the office address without even thinking. The driver nodded, and the car drove into the traffic.
Only then did the silence hit me.
I leaned my back a little and closed my eyes. I could still hear his voice in my head, asking, “Then why are you still here?”
Because you didn’t give me a choice.
But that wasn’t the truth. A part of me actually wanted to stay, an
