Celeste made it clear in the divorce agreement that she wouldn’t take anything
Since it didn’t involve property division or custody of Jordyn, she assumed Trevor would quickly proceed with finalizing the divorce.
However, it had been almost three months since she had handed him the agreement and left the country, and he still hadn’t responded.
With that in mind, Celeste looked up, wanting to ask Trevor about it.
Just then, someone knocked on the door. Tucker’s voice broke the silence. “I heard you’re sick, Celeste. Are you feeling better now?”
Trevor responded before Celeste could, “Come in.”
With all the peopleing and going just now, the door was left ajar.
Upon hearing Trevor’s voice, Tucker entered the room. “Hi Trev.”
“Hello, Tucker<b>.</b><b>” </b>
Tucker’s gaze settled on Celeste. They hadn’t spent much time together, and though Celeste knew he was concerned, he wasn’t sure what to say. So, she spoke first. “I’m feeling much better now.”
Tucker rubbed the back of his head. “Oh, okay. That’s good to hear.”
“It has been a while since you came back, hasn’t it?” Celeste asked with a smile.
“Yes, it has. I missed the food here, so I decided toe back for a bit. Just as I got back, Grandma told me you were running a fever.”
At that moment, Martha came up as well. She felt more at ease when she saw Celeste looking better. “The soup is ready, and Bill said you can have some. Would you rathere down for it, or should I ask Trevor to bring it up?”
Celeste barely ate and wasn’t feeling hungry anymore. The room felt a bit stuffy to her, and she didn’t want to stay in, so she joined them downstairs.
As they came downstairs and didn’t see Jordyn, Tucker asked, “Where’s Jo?”
“She had something earlier and can’t have anymore soup at the moment. Let her have it a littleter,”
Celeste sat down at the table. She took the bowl from the butler, cooled the broth with soft breaths, <b>and </b>had it slowly.
Trevor took a seat beside her. When he received a text, he subtly turned to the side, creating some distance, and started texting back–perhaps to keep her from seeing.
Celeste watched in silence, slowly drinking her soup.
Unable to tolerate it any longer, Martha said, “Can’t you wait until you finish the soup?”
“I’ll be quick,” Trevor replied.
Celeste finished the soup in no time.
Martha asked, “Do you want <b>some </b>more?”
Celeste shook her head <b>and </b>stood up. “I’m good, thank <b>you </b>
Although Trevor shifted his body slightly, she still caught a glimpse of his conversation with Wynn. He seemed to be advising Wynn on a project.
Noticing her attention, Trevor scooted <b>a </b>bit farther.
Celeste had already averted her gaze. She made her way to the living room, sat down, and read through the newspaper<b>. </b>
Moments <bter</b>, Tucker walked over with a te of freshly washed fruit and offered them to her.
Celeste looked up. “No thanks, you <b>have </b>it.”
Then, she realized Trevor was walking upstairs, his phone still in his hand.
She turned away.
Tucker sat down beside her, casting her a quick look. <b>Celeste </b>noticed it. Thus, she <b>asked</b>, “What’s wrong?<b>” </b>
“Well, <b>I’m </b>not as smart as you and my brother, and I’m not the best at studying. I need help with a few physics questions.”
Celeste was taken aback for a moment. Before she could speak, Tucker continued, “I was going to ask my but he said he had something to do and told me to ask you instead.”