Thorns Grow After Betrayal (Celeste and Chester) novel Chapter 88

Celestine's thoughts wandered, her mind spinning out all sorts of theories about Gideon's marital history.

Gideon narrowed his smoky gray eyes, catching on quickly. "Miss Selwyn, you don't actually think I've been married, do you?"

"What? Oh, no, of course not," Celestine stammered, flustered. She hesitated, then tried, "But, well, Mr. Prescott—you're quite the catch. I'd imagine you've at least had a serious relationship before?"

"No way! Miss Angel, I've watched my uncle stay single his whole life—he's never been married!" Cynthia, perched on Gideon's shoulder, shouted anxiously.

Gideon didn't seem to mind; in fact, Celestine's casual compliment about his looks left him visibly pleased.

Celestine, though, wasn't so sure anymore. Cynthia was just a child, after all. How much could a kid really know about grown-up affairs?

Yet Gideon hadn't outright denied it. Maybe he kept secrets from his family, wanting a quiet life with his wife, away from prying eyes. Maybe they just didn't want the world to know.

With that explanation, everything suddenly made sense to Celestine. She decided she'd better keep her distance from Mr. Shield. Once she'd saved up enough for her surgery, their business would be finished.

After all, if someone's girlfriend found out another woman had taken a hit for her man, it was bound to cause trouble. As a woman herself, Celestine could easily understand that feeling.

Her smile faded as she stepped back, distancing herself and gathering up the ingredients on the floor. "Thank you, Mr. Prescott. If I need anything, I'll be in touch."

Gideon noticed the shift immediately, confusion flickering across his face. What had he done now? Had he come on too strong and scared her off?

Meanwhile, Cynthia gazed up at Celestine, practically drooling. "Miss Angel, chicken soup—chicken soup!"

"I'll call you over tonight when it's ready, okay?" Celestine replied, her voice warm and gentle.

"And what about me?" Gideon asked, half teasing, half hopeful.

"If you want some, Mr. Prescott, I'll send a portion back with Cynthia when she goes home," Celestine answered, her tone abruptly cool.

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