Chapter 81
At this moment, Kendric was indeed drowning his sorrows upstairs.
As the auction concluded, Celeste left without even sparing him a glance. He had made a considerable effort to see her, flying back from abroad solely for her. However, she didn’t spare him an extra glance!
Even Ezra thought that Kendric was just too pitiful. He brought out his treasured collection of wine and let Kendric pick from it.
Kendric was burning with suppressed anger, but he couldn’t act as he had before with Celeste. So, he resorted to alcohol to numb his wounded heart.
“I’m indeed going abroad, but that has nothing to do with you. The painting is kept by the staff, remember to retrieve it in time.” With that, Celeste hung up the phone.
Kendric took a swig of wine. The bitterness scared down his throat like a fiery blade, slicing deep into his heart. He threw away the phone
absentmindedly.
“Heartbroken?” Ezra raised an eyebrow
Kendric raised his glass and took another gulp.
Ezra cautioned, “You can’t keep drinking like this. If you get plastered, I’ll have to send you back home. Troublesome.”
Kendric’s clear eyes seemed somewhat dazed, “home? Where’s my home?”
He didn’t have a home anymore.
Kendric was drunk.
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He sat quietly on the sofa. Ezra patted his shoulder, “call your driver to
come pick you up.”
The pat made him snapped out of the dream,
“Where’s Celeste?”
Kendric lowered his head to fumble for his phone, “my phone… where’s my
phone? I need to call Celeste.”
Ezra quirked an eyebrow. To be honest, it was his first time witnessing Kendric inebriated. Alcohol seemed to bring out a different Kendric.
Ezra slyly shook his phone, “looking for Celeste?”
Kendric fixed his gaze on the phone.
Ezra grinned mischievously, “come with me, I’ll take you to find Celeste.
Kendric nodded his head obediently like a child.
“You know, you look more agreeable when you’re drunk.”
Kendric appeared somewhat slow on the reaction. He pointed at the phone, “Celeste… make the call.”
“Alright, come with me and we’re gonna call her.
Getting Celeste’s current address wasn’t too tricky. Ezra soon dropped
Kendric off at her rented apartment.
Afterward, he dialed her number.
Celeste was drying her hair. When the phone got through, she recognized
Ezra’s voice.
“Kendric is drunk and he’s now downstairs. Come pick him up.”
“Why is he here?”
Ezra adopted an innocent tone, “I don’t know. I asked where he wanted to
go, and he gave me your address.”
Celeste wasn’t entirely convinced, “take him back to his villa.”
“No.”
“Why not? You’re friends, aren’t you?” Celeste questioned.
“Anyway, I left him downstairs. If you don’t come, just let him spend the night there. When he wakes up tomorrow, he’ll find his way home.”
“You can take him…”
Before she could finish her sentence, the call was abruptly hung up.
Kendric stared intently at Ezra. “Where’s Celeste?”
Ezra pointed upwards. “She’s upstairs.”
Kendric followed his gaze. “Where?”
Ezra took away Kendric’s phone. “I’ll keep your phone for tonight. I’ve done my part, the rest is up to you.”
Kendric persisted, “where is Celeste?”
Ezra randomly pointed a lighted window, “that one. She’ll be down to pick you up shortly.”
Kendric kept his gaze fixed on that window.
As Celeste descended the stairs, she saw Kendric sit properly on a bench.
His suit jacket was missing, and his white shirt got wrinkled. His hands rested
on his legs, and his head was slightly upward tilting. Several strands of hair fell
carelessly over his forehead.
His expression was intense and focused–like a stray dog on the roadside,
waiting to be picked up and taken home.
Celeste internally berated herself. “Celeste, you must be losing your mind to think he’s pitiful!”
“Celeste,” he gently called.
Celeste’s heart did a little dance, and she froze in her tracks, not getting any
closer.
seat.
Kendric stood up.
“Hold it right there, don’t come closer!”
He obeyed without a fuss, taking a couple of steps back and retaking his
“So, who took you here?”
Kendric strained his memory, “Ezra Winters.”
“Where’s he now?”
Kendric shook his head, gazing toward the entrance, “he’s left.”
Celeste made a call to Ezra again, but nobody answered.
Damn jerk!”
She then tried to dial Cade, but it suddenly dawned on her that she’d wiped
Her phone of all Melville–related contacts.
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“Hand over your phone,” she extended her hand.
Kendric shook his head, “I didn’t bring my phone.”
Celeste didn’t buy it, so she took a couple of steps nearer, “let me frisk your
pockets.”
When Celeste reached into his pocket, he leaned into her, “I swear, I don’t have the phone. I’m not lying.”
Celeste found all his pockets empty and he really didn’t bring the phone.
Kendric flashed a smug grin, “told ya, no phone!”
Celeste sighed. It was late at night, and having a drunken fellow outside
could stir up trouble. Celeste straightened out his attire, “stand straight.”
Kendric had been leaning on her, but when he heard her command, he straightened–up right away.
“Good boy.”
