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The Scent of 170

    Beck actually knew the location of the bakery.


    After Celeste left, he didn’t go there.


    Instead, he got into his car, hesitated for a moment, and then dialed a number. “Miles, I’m back. I have another flight to catchter, but I want to visit Wynn at the hospital before I leave. See if Trevor is free. If he’s not,e with me.”


    Miles was stunned. “You’re back? When did <b>you </b>get back?”


    Beck ignored his question. “Call Wynn and check if she’s avable.”


    Miles was about to ask why Beck wasn’t calling Trevor or Wynn himself, but after a <b>second </b>thought, he figured Beck must be busy and in a rush.


    Since he hadn’t visited Wynn yet either, he didn’t question it further and agreed. However, Trevor wasn’t avable. After hanging up, Beck bought a bouquet and a basket of fruit before heading to the hospital to meet


    Miles.


    Inside the hospital room, Wynn smiled and asked, after seeing Beck, “Why did you suddenlye back?”


    Beck replied coolly, “Had to take care of something.”


    Wynn looked down, gently stroking the flowers he had just given her. “I see…”


    Did he reallye back to handle business, or did he make a special trip just to see her?


    Although he hadn’t rushed back immediately after she was injured, the fact that he came as soon as he found time still meant a lot.


    That night, Celeste stayed at the Rodriguez residence.


    The next morning, she woke up early. Looking at the healthy sulents on the windowsill, she stretchedzily, feeling in a good mood.


    When <b>she </b>went downstairs, Adeline was already up, busy preparing breakfast for her, Jamie, and Hector.


    Seeing her, Adeline smiled. “Cel, you’re in a good mood today?”


    Celeste went over to help knead the dough and smiled. “Yeah, pretty good ”


    A steaming batch of buns was soon ready. Just as she sat down to eat, her phone rang.


    It was Jordyn again.


    She didn’t pick up. But Jordyn called again.


    So, Celeste turned off her phone entirely <b>and </b>focused on her meal.


    Seeing that her calls were no longer going through, Jordyn pouted and ran to the master bedroom to find Trevor.


    Trevor had just finished his morning run and was about to shower when he saw her sulking He asked, “What’s wrong?”


    “I called Mom yesterday and wanted her toe home and cook for me, but she didn’t answer. I just tried calling twice again, and she still didn’t pick up. When I was about to call a third time, it said the number was unavable.”


    Trevor said, “She probably turned off her phone.”


    “Huh?” Jordyn frowned. “Did her battery die?”


    Trevor neither confirmed nor denied it. “Maybe.”


    “What do I do then? I wanted to go skiing today. Mom said before that if she had time, she’d take me.”


    Originally, she hadn’t been in the mood to y because Wynn was injured, and she wanted to stay with her at the hospital.


    But hospitals had too many germs, and everyone kept her from going too often. Now that Wynn was getting better, she <b>wasn’t </b>as worried.


    Since she had free time and no one to go with, she naturally wanted to find her mom. But when she called, her mom wouldn’t answer.


    “Try againter. She’ll probably turn her phone back on.”


    Jordyn pouted. “Okay…”


    Celeste didn’t n to keep her phone off all day. After all, she still had things to discuss with Matthias.


    And Jason might contact herter as well.


    About half an hourter<b>, </b>she powered her phone back on.


    Not long after, Jordyn called again.


    Celeste opened herptop, ignored the call, and continued working on her research paper.


    Seeing that her mother still wasn’t answering and that Trevor was about to leave, Jordyn said, “Dad, Mom still isn’t picking up. Can you call her for me?”
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