When Matthias noticed what had happened<b>, </b>he immediately <b>paused </b>his conversation with Yale and walked over to


    <b>Celeste</b>.


    “Are you okay?”


    Celeste shook her head.


    “Did you twist your <b>ankle</b>?”


    “A little,” she admitted. Her ankle was indeed aching. It was likely sprained.


    Seeing Matthias‘ concern warmed her heart, but it also left her feeling a tinge of sadness.


    She was well aware of the looks people were giving her. They probably thought she had intentionally thrown herself into Trevor’s arms. Even now<b>, </b>seeing that she was injured, they likely believed she deserved it.


    As for Trevor, he hadn’t even offered to steady her properly, let alone ask if she was alright after the fall.


    The only person genuinely concerned for her here was Matthias.


    “Let me take a look.”


    “No need-”


    There were so many people around.


    Ignoring her protests, Matthias scooped her up effortlessly. After carrying her away from the <b>crowd</b>, he set her down and knelt to inspect her ankle. Removing her high heels, he gently lifted her leg and saw that her ankle was indeed swollen.


    He immediately instructed the staff to call a doctor and to bring her a pair of t shoes.


    His open concem for Celeste caught many off guard, surprising them with how little he cared about appearances. For a moment, some of the onlookers reconsidered their assumptions. Perhaps they had jumped to conclusions earlier. Celeste <b>and </b>Matthias seemed to share a genuine connection.


    Wynn pressed her lips together and shifted her gaze away.


    Then, she nced at Trevor.


    Trevor had clearly noticed the close interaction between Celeste and Matthias, but he remainedpletely unbothered. He continued his conversation as if nothing had happened. He seemed entirely indifferent to their closeness.


    Seeing this, Wynn’s previously tense expression rxed, and she smiled as she rejoined the group’s chatter. She stopped paying attention to Celeste.


    Not long after, the restaurant’s <b>on</b><b>–</b>call doctor arrived and examined Celeste, then prescribed some medication for her injury.


    After the doctor left, Matthias personally applied the medicine to her ankle.


    Celeste reached out to do it herself, but Matthias shot her a stern look.


    Reluctantly, she raised her hands in surrender and let him hand it.


    Once the medication was applied, the staff returned with the t shoe.


    475 BONUS


    Celeste stood up to test <b>them</b>. “It’s fine. <b>Lean </b>walk.”


    “Good,” Matthias replied.


    However, with her injury, walking around the exhibition hall wasn’t practical. Matthias decided it was best for her to skip the rest of the event. After all, he had already arranged for someone to record the exhibits, and she could review the footage <bter</b>.


    Though she felt it was a pity, there wasn’t mich else she could do.


    Matthias informed the others, then left early to take Celeste home.


    After they departed, the rest of the group gradually dispersed as well.


    Once Matthias dropped her off, he headed off to attend to other matters.


    Celeste, having been busy all day, was both physically and mentally drained. She nned to rest for a bit before discussing the assignments Mr. Newman had given them once Matthias finished his work


    Setting her phone aside, she was just about to lie down when it rang.


    She picked it up and saw an unfamiliar number.


    After a moment of hesitation, she answered. “Hello, who’s this?”


    “It’s Beck Harper,” the voice on the other end said.


    Celeste froze, then quickly sat up on her bed. “Mr. Harper?


    To be honest, her day had been so hectic that she hadpletely forgotten about the morning’s events until Beck called her.


    “I’ve already arranged for your car to be taken care of,” Beck said. “You cane pick it up


    Before Celeste could respond, he added, “If you’re busy, I can have someone drive it back for you.”