Chapter 53
After dinner, as per his routine, Kendric was about to go back to his study
to deal with official matters.
Before he left, he shot a glance at Celeste. She sat in a chair, eating soup,
and her bare feet dangled beneath the chair.
Noticing his gaze fixed on her, Celeste followed his line of sight, “why are
you staring at me?”
“Put on your shoes.”
Celeste turned a deaf ear to his order. This guy was getting a bit too controlling! Did he have to deprive her of the freedom of wearing shoes?
She paid him no mind.
Everyone stopped what they were doing, surprised and somewhat puzzled as they watched Celeste.
Kendric paused. Actually it’s because he noticed that Celeste’s feet had a faint reddish tint from the cold. However, he was never one to utter sweet nothings. Any word coming out of his mouth would turn into as chilly, commanding directives.
Just wear your shoes, that’s it. Don’t ask me why. That’s what he thought.
Clearly, this weird way of showing concerns no longer worked on Celeste. His care that lay beneath his cold exterior–she had no patience to figure them
out.
Everyone waited in silence, curious about what would unfold next. Perhaps Kendric would unleash his fury and give Celeste a stern talking–to.
Surprisingly, he left quietly, while Celeste continued savoring her soup.
happily.
Madelyn was mad at Celeste’s attitude towards Kendric.
“How can you talk to Ken like that?” she scolded.
“In what way? Did I say something wrong?”
“Ken told you to put on shoes for your own good. You’re so ungrateful.
Celeste gave Madelyn an eye–roll. All these Melvilles are freaking peculiar.
“For my own good? Only when I think it good can we say it’s for my own good. Otherwise, imposing his thoughts or those restrictions on me, that’s called control. Got it?”
Madelyn thought Celeste was spouting nonsense but couldn’t find the right words to argue. She sternly lectured, “you’re getting engaged soon, and Ken will be your husband. How can you call it control to listen to your husband’s words?”
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Celeste sneered, “what a joke! If it’s natural for a wife to listen to her husband, it’s equally natural for a husband to listen to his wife. Don’t use
excuses like ‘it’s for my own good‘ to shackle me. I know what’s good and what’s
not.”
“How can you blurt out such nonsense?!” Madelyn snapped.
“Oh, I have more of these nonsense. You wanna hear them?”
The atmosphere at the table soured. With her appetite gone, Celeste set
down her spoon and headed to the garden.
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Celeste had dropped any thought of reconciling with Kendric. There were
simply too many obstacles between them. His mother didn’t like her, and
Kendric wouldn’t choose her over his own mother.
Kendric’s two right–hand men. First is Cade. Well, he didn’t exactly treat anyone with kindness except Kendric. He even hardly showed any respect to Madelyn.
But Mary is a clear ass–kisser. In the past Celeste couldn’t understand why Mary had been sabotaging her. She now realized that it’s because Mary had long made her choice. She chose to work for Madelyn.
Celeste sat alone in the garden, lost in thought. After planning out her future, her low spirits had slightly lifted.
When Kendric walked in, Celeste glanced at him casually and then shifted her gaze away.
She sat on the garden swing, swaying gently back and forth.
Kendric had recently come to realize that the world he saw seemed different from Celeste’s..
He had planned the wedding, taken Myles to visit the proposal venue, and hoped to have Myles as a marriage witness. Celeste, on the other hand, thought he was using her father to pressure her into marriage.
Everyone around him could see his strong emphasis on the wedding and his high expectations–everyone, except Celeste.
He didn’t have a clue what was on her mind.
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“What’s up?” she asked.
Kendric had a pair of shoes in his hand, and only when he got closer did
Celeste see him also holding a pair of socks.
It’s the first time he tried to take care of someone.
Celeste leaned against the swing’s rope, closed her eyes, and decided to ignore him.
Until she felt one of her feet was gently lifted. She opened her eyes and saw him crouched in front of her.
He took hold of her feet. Her soles were a bit cold, and Kendric didn’t rush to put socks on her. He just held them.
“Your feet are cold. Why are you unwilling to put on socks?” he asked.
“I don’t like.
If Kendric were to say something like, “it’s for your own good. You should wear socks,” Celeste was sure she’d kick him.
Kendric fell silent.
“Tomorrow, I’ll tell Kash to carpet the whole villa, including the courtyard and the greenhouse. If you like walking barefoot, then just do it.”
Celeste’s eyes flew open, and she stared at Kendric. “What kind of scheme are you plotting now?”
Kendric crouched in front of her.
“If marrying you counts as scheming, then I’ve been scheming for many years.”
The clear moonlight beamed through the glass roof, casting a shimmering
glow on Kendric’s back and shoulders.
Celeste fixed her gaze on him, her eyes traveling from Kendric’s furrowed
brows to his hands, which were gently holding her feet.
She still had no idea what Kendric was up to.
“Last year, my grandpa asked us when we’re getting married,” Kendric
brought up with the topic.
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Last year, during their visit to his grandpa in Beacon Senior Care, Caleb inquired about their marriage plans.
But then Celeste happened to receive a call from Sienna, and she went out to answer, missing Kendric’s response.
“At that time I told grandpa that after I return from Europe, we’d get engaged first, and about this time, we’ll be married.”
