Celestine was clutching her phone when she suddenly burst out laughing.
You had to admit, online commenters were absolutely savage these days.
Gideon, hearing her laughter, leaned in close. “What’s so funny?” he asked, curiosity piqued.
He glanced at her screen—and there it was: her own death trending on social media.
Gideon blinked in confusion. Was this whole mess really hitting her that hard?
Caught off guard by his sudden proximity, Celestine stiffened and stood up, forcing a casual tone. “Oh, it’s nothing—just scrolling.”
Ever since she’d tended to Gideon's wounds that day, he’d been acting strangely. He’d pop up at her side without warning, spouting cryptic remarks she couldn’t quite decode.
It was as if he’d developed a sudden, persistent curiosity about everything she did. If she holed up in her room for more than half an hour, he’d find some excuse to check in.
It was unnerving.
Celestine snuck a sidelong glance at him. Now that his usual cool, distant demeanor was back in place, she decided to test the waters. “Mr. Prescott, when do you plan on heading back?”
Gideon lifted his gaze slowly. “What about you?”
She was taken aback. She didn't have a company waiting for her; there was no urgent work calling her home. Meanwhile, Gideon’s phone seemed to ring more with each passing day, his calls growing ever more urgent.
“I… I’m in no rush,” she said, hesitating.
Gideon nodded. “Then neither am I.”
Her mouth fell open in surprise.
So was he staying until she left? Or was it the other way around?
She feigned nonchalance, nodding as if she understood, and retreated to her room to untangle her thoughts.
When she next checked her phone, the trending topic about her “just friends” status had vanished without a trace.
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