Celestine was left dumbfounded at the living room. She did not expect Vincent to leave her just like that given that they are not finished talking yet. She looked at the ceiling and she take a deep breath. Vincent is probably lying at her that when she confronted him, he made a way for them not to talk. She thought to herself. And as she stay at the silent living room a bit longer, she wondered what was the thing that Vincent wants to hide from her. Perhaps, it has something to do to where he actually stay the whole day. But she keep on praying that what she think is wrong. She removed the blanket on her lap and get out of the sofa. She wants a conversation with Vincent and she knew that if she just stay inside of the living room she wouldn't have the chance to have a conversation with him which he clearly trying to avoid. Her footsteps is the only thing that can be heard inside of the suite. And even though she try to surpass its sound by trying to make her every step slower, i

It was five o'clock in the morning when she felt Vincent moved on the bed. She kept her eyes closed and act as if she was still asleep. He removed the duvet on his body then he get out of the bed carefully, trying not to wake Celestine up in any way without knowing that she's already awake and was only trying to observe what he is about to do. He reached for his phone then he checked it. He creased his forehead when he saw missed calls from his maid. Before he call the maid, he checked some of the messages he received. Mostly, they are just reminders from his secretary and some unimportant messages from other businessmen. Just regular messages he received everyday. Vincent glance at Celestine. She is still asleep. It was a relief for him knowing that she is resting after a long day of worrying about him. He walked to the other side of the bed and he kissed her forehead. Celestine is trying her best not to open her eyes. The moment she felt his lips on her forehead, she was so nea

Celestine woke up from the warmth of the sunlight shone to her face. She looked around and found herself in the living room. She can't cleary remember how she end up sleeping in the carpet on the living room. All she remembered was crying so hard and feeling extremely tired from it. She blinked twice then she slowly raised her hand to protect her face from the sunlight that is coming from the open curtain of her hotel room. The sunlight were not yet hurting her skin that she decided to enjoy it for a moment. She put her arm down and closed her eyes again and let herself bask in the sun. Her eyelids are heavy and could barely keep her eyes open for a long time. Even though she hadn't seen her face in front of the mirror, she is certain that her eyes are swollen from crying last night. Even though she felt like she had cried everything before, she still can feel the heaviness of her heart as she remember what happened last night. Vincent left her for Sophia, for his ex wife. Sh

After half an hour, Celestine finished preparing herself. She actually finished a bit faster than he expected that instead of him going to her room, she was the one who called him so they can finally leave. As they walked towards the parking lot, Celestine remained silent. He was just simply glancing at her from time to time until they get inside of his car and couldn't help himself anymore but ask her. "Are you okay?" he asked as he was putting the seatbelt on. It really worry him everytime Celestine becomes silent because he knew something is wrong and he can't help but ask why she is acting like that. "Yes, I'm good," she answered while putting her hair properly on her left shoulder. She leaned her back at the backrest of the passenger seat and properly sit as she finally get the position she feels comfortable sitting in. He started the car engine. "You've been really silent. Is there something that is bothering you?" "I'm just thinking about Vincent," she murmured then sh

"How often does Celestine come and stay here in the resthouse?" she asked after taking a sip on her hot coffee. The air is warm and it is a bit windy in the balcony that she has to repeatedly fix her hair by trying to keep it still on the other side of her shoulder which she miserably failed to do so. She tucked some of her hair strand behind her ear as she look at the maid that she invited to join her in the balcony. She intentionally asked the oldest maid she saw to stay at her in the balcony in excuse that she doesn't want to be alone. "Do you want an honest answer?" the maid asked weakly that made her raise an eyebrow. "Why you asked me that? Obviously I want you to answer my question honestly." The maid stepped forward and rest her arms on the railings then she closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the wind against her face. From where Sophia is she can fully see the wrinkles on the old lady's face yet it becomes invisible once her lips curved a smile. She got a beautiful sm