Celeste wasn’t surprised to hear Wynn <b>answer </b>the call. After all, Trevor and Wynn were already so close- practically inseparable.
So what if she answered his phone?
Celeste remained calm. “I need to speak to Trevor.”
Wynn, already knowing it was Celeste on the other end, replied coldly, “He’s in the shower. If you have something to say, you can tell me.”
Tell her? Well, this matter did concern Wynn.
Ivan saw Wynn’s maternal uncle and Oliver Shaw’s wife, Ruby, in the neighborhood today. However, Harvey had likely purchased the vi across from them.
If Harvey had bought that house, it was probably meant as a gift to Wynn’s grandmother and his current mother- inw, Dorothy Adams.
So, if Celeste told Wynn about this, would she stop Dorothy and the others from moving in?
No, she wouldn’t.
Besides, Celeste didn’t believe that Wynn had no idea Oliver’s family was nning to move into the house right across from the Rodriguez residence. Which meant telling her would not only be pointless but could also backfire. Celeste said nothing and directly hung up.
More than an hour passed, yet Trevor never called back.
She didn’t know if it was because Wynn hadn’t told him about her call, or if he simply had no intention of calling
her back
Either way, it made no difference to her.
Remainingposed, she dialed Trevor’s number again. But this time, his phone <b>was </b>turned off.
Celeste’s grip on her phone tightened slightly. After a brief pause to collect herself, she called Peter, Trevor’s butler.
“Are they home right now?
Peter replied, “No, they’re not. Why?”
“Nothing,” Celeste said before ending the call,
That night, she didn’t sleep well.
After nine o’clock the next morning<b>, </b>Celeste tried calling Trevor again.
This time, the call went through, only to be immediately hung up.
She didn’t know whether it was Wynn or <b>Trevor </b>himself who had ended the call. But she also didn’t care to find
Grabbing her phone and bag, she left the house.
Before long, she arrived at Trevor’s vi
Peter greeted her warmly, “Mrs. Fleming, you’re back?”
Celeste nodded. “Yes,”
“Will you be <b>having </b>lunch at home? I’ll have someone prepare it for you.”
“Yes, thank you.”
She went upstairs, but as she reached the second <b>floor</b>, she paused briefly before entering the master bedroom. cing her bag down, she <b>sat </b>by the bed.
The room remained unchanged. Everything was as it had been before she left.
The skincare products she had used when staying over to care for Jordyn had been returned to their ce.
Even the clothes she had previously taken away had been ced back in the walk–in closet–hanging neatly beside Trevor’s..
It was as if she had never left.
Shed
She didn’t call Trevor again. And he never returned her calls either.
She ate dinner alone<b>. </b>
She had considered asking Martha for help, but doing <b>so </b>would onlyplicate things further.
Besides, even though Trevor respected Martha, whether he listened to her <b>was </b>entirely up to him.
After dinner<i>, </i>Celeste opened herptop and immersed herself in work.
The night approached.
Just as she thought Trevor and Jordyn wouldn’t being home that night, the sound of a car engine finally echoed outside.
Jordyn was the first to <b>notice</b>. Upon seeing Celeste’s car parked outside, she turned to Trevor and said excitedly, Oh! That’s Mom’s car! Dad, Mom’s home!”
“Okay.”
Trevor nced at Celeste’s car before stepping inside with Jordyn
Jordyn immediately turned to Peter<b>, </b>who hade to wee them.
“Where’s Mom?”
“Mrs. Fleming is <b>upstairs</b>.”
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