Chapter 20
“Really? Then explain why you were living at Navier’s Lakeside Villa during that whole month long divorce waiting period.”
Lysander hauled his phone inti Celeste’s lap, t
Un screen was the damning investigation report about her,
“If I hadn’t dig deeper, I’d still be in the dark.”
“You and Navier coordinated quite brilliantly. This whole Ophelia impersonation act–you were betting I’d go soft over that face of yours, weren’t
He gripped Celeste’s throat violently, his mind a chastic whirlwind of conflicting emotions, acting purely on instinct.
Though tears involuntarily sprang from her eyes from the pain, Celeste remained remarkably composed instead of panir, she displayed her first genuine smile in days
“Of course, you were supposed to fall for it. You love Ophella, don’t you? I played my role perfectly. Why still chase after Navier? I can he your Ophelia–I’ll play that role for the rest of your life if that’s what you want ”
“Navier doesn’t love you anymore. She’s finally started a new chapter. Stop disrupting her life, Lysander.”
She said his name in Ophelia’s exact intonation.
Lysander reflexively loosened his grip on her throat, disgust churning inside him.
But seeing the red marks forming on her neck, he felt a conflicting pang of regret and concern.
“Celeste Stanley, from now on, just be Ophelia’s stand in. I won’t love you, and I definitely won’t marry you! Get any ridiculous ideas out of your head.”
He shot her one final glare, signaled for his security team to watch her, then turned away without hesitation. He boarded the waiting helicopter, bound for England to bring Navier back.
One way or another, she owed him an explanation!
Celeste struggled against the security team, trying to break free.
The bodyguards reluctant to harm bar, handled her with excesive care
Recognizing this weakness, she made a desperate dash toward Lysander’s helicopter.
But she was too late
The aircraft had already lifted off.
She couldn’t pursue him now.
Celeste collapsed to the ground, watching the helicopter shrink to a distant speck. Silently, she prayed Navier wouldn’t be found.
After sitting motionless for a long, she finally regained her composure and stood up.
With Lysander gone, she needed to accelerate her plans
In England, Lysander had been searching for three days. He’d walked the Bond Street from the photo countless times but hadn’t spotted Navier
Wasn’t like New York–finding someone here was like searching for a needle in a haystack.
The golden leaves scattered across the streets did nothing to calm his frustration.
needed to see Navier, demand answers and bring her back to America!
Yet the more desperately be searched, the more elusive she remained.
Just as he was about to gave up, convinced she’d left England, he spotted them on that same familiar boulevard: Navier and a foreign man walking hand–in–hand, unhurriedly crunching through Fallen leaves.
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The photograph hadn’t prepared him for the visceral impact of seeing them in person
His brain short–circuited, Everything around him blurred.
Nothing else existed except the sight of their intertwined fingers,
Jealousy clawed through his chest, burning through him like wildfier and drowning nut every last shred of rationality.
He had to take her back she couldn’t be with another man!
Lysander charged toward Navier, swinging a furimus punch at Anlicey’s face.
Aubrey effortlessly sidestepped the blow. Though he had a clear opportunity to counter–attack, he merely smirked proonratively at Lynder hetore ducking behind Navier.
Despite his tall, muscular frame, Aubrey dramatically shrank against Navier’s back, foigning distress like someone who’d suffered a terrible injustice.
“Navier,” he whined with exaggerated vulnerability, his dangerous face completely at odds with his tone, “he’s bullying me.“
