So, when Wynn celebrated her birthday, <b>Trevor </b>had Beck and the others help her celebrate. This time, when Wynn had apetition, Beck and the others also came to watch
It was said that Wynn’s rtionship with Trevor’s <b>circle </b>of friends had be very close. They were so close that even when Trevor <b>wasn’t </b>around, they would always invite Wynn to any gatherings.
Beck and the others hadpletely epted her as one of their <b>own</b>. Perhaps because of this, in the past couple of <b>years</b>, when they saw Celeste, they had grown more and more indifferent.
In the past, Celeste had wanted to build a good rtionship with them. However, they had looked down on her and never gave her a chance.
She had her pride, so she didn’t force the issue once <b>they </b>had made their stance clear. But whenever they met, and when necessary, she would still greet them politely.
Nheless, most of the time, she was either ignored or even looked down upon. This time, Celeste didn’t intend to speak up. She bypassed Beck and left directly.
“Ms. Rodriguez, I didn’t know you were interested in racing.” Beck remarked coolly.
He thought she had followed Trevor here.
Celeste turned to face him, her voice icy, “What are you trying to say?”
Beck didn’t bother hiding his disdain as he replied, “Just thought someone like you doesn’t seem the type to enjoy racing. I was curious.”
“Someone like me?” Celeste met his gaze steadily. “Mr. Harper, do we know each <b>other </b>well? Do you think you understand me? If so, why don’t you enlighten me what kind of person am I?”
Celeste had always given Beck the impression of being quiet, gentle<b>, </b>and even a bit shy and reserved.
But he believed this was just her facade. In reality, he thought Celeste <b>was </b>very calcting; otherwise, she wouldn’t <b>have </b>done such a despicable thing back then to win Trevor’s affection.
<b>However</b>, she pretended to be innocent and refused to admit that the whole thing had been her doing.
Beck said nothing, his silenceden with judgment.
He couldn’t be bothered toment on Celeste, nor did he find her worth the effort.
But today, the way Celeste spoke to him felt different from before. It was as if she had torn off her mask of pretense<b>, </b>no longer wanting to keep up the act.
Yet, it still didn’t seem entirely that way. While her gaze was cold, sharp, and clean, <b>there </b>was an undertone of mockery.
It was as if she was mocking him for thinking he had seen through her and for standing on some <b>moral </b>high ground while passing judgment on her without understanding the situation fully.
Celeste didn’t care what Beck thought. She averted her gaze and left.
Queenie had rented Tucker an apartment near his school. By the time Celeste dropped him off, it was already 11:00 μπ
Tucker was hungry again despite having eaten dinner earlier. He suggested, “Celeste, there’s a spot nearby with greatte–night snacks. Let me treat you.”
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Celeste hadn’t had dinner yet. She was also in the mood for something warm to fill her stomach, hence she agreed. As soon as they sat down, her stomach let out a faint growl
Tucker froze for a moment before it clicked. “Wait, you didn’t <b>have </b>dinner?”
“No,” she replied.
Tucker immediately looked sheepish. “I’m so sorry, Celeste, It’s all my fault<b>…</b>”
“It’s fine. I wasn’t hungry <b>earlier</b>.”
Looking at her gentle and reassuring smile, Tucker felt awful. He thought Celeste was truly wonderful. It was just
a pity that Trevor didn’t feel the same way about her. What <b>a </b>shame.
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