Chapter Thirty II

"How was your dad?" Celestine asked while touching his bare chest using her index finger, tracing the deep scars that Vincent had near his heart. 

His scars hold a story as deep as what he had endured before and Celestine couldn't stop herself from admiring them. As she looks at them, her heartbeat becomes fast and loud. It's starting to suffocate her. 

"He's fine. I think he's just fine. He doesn't want to die like this so I know he won't give up," he answered then he kissed her forehead. 

Celestine removed her gaze from the scars in his chest and move a little away from Vincent. They're still in the bed without any plans of leaving it. As much as Vincent wanted to date Celestine he couldn't. He needs to make sure that everything's going fine with his father first before thinking of himself. 

He had been very selfish, not only to his associates but also to their family business. He's aware that he spent so much time with Celestine