My Darling, My Dearest novel Chapter 386

Celia was different.

Rachel was a little envious of Celia, who was as unstoppable as a moth darting toward a flame and just as capable of sacrificing everything for love.

After a few seconds of silence on her part and continuous sighs from Celia, Rachel slowly gathered her thoughts and asked, "Why did she ask you to go to the cafe tomorrow?"

"When I came out, I wasn't in the mood to continue shopping, so I wanted to go back. But then, she followed me out and called out to me."

Celia looked up at her with eyes full of bewilderment. "She said that she would meet me in the cafe tomorrow and that she had something to tell me. Rachel, what should I do?"

Rachel didn't know how to deal with this kind of situation.

After thinking for a while, she patted Celia's hand and said, "Just take it easy. Don't be nervous. I think the most important thing is to not make her think that you are afraid of her."

In the afternoon, the cafe tended to be extraordinarily empty, with only a few white-collar workers rushing in to take away a few cups of coffee and leaving in as much of a rush as their entry.

Standing at the door, Celia took a few deep breaths to calm herself. She kept telling herself not to be nervous and afraid, but she couldn't keep her hands from trembling.

"Why are you standing at the door? Come in!"

Marcus' mother suddenly said from behind her. Celia nodded, but didn't dare to look over her shoulder.

She wanted to take a seat in the hall, but Mrs. Ji unexpectedly went ahead and entered the private room. Celia had no choice but to quickly follow the woman.

The private room was outfitted with two sofas and a rectangular table, and the effect was a bit stifling. Celia smoothed down her dress and sat opposite the older woman. She kept her head down and stared at her fingers, not daring to up at the other woman.

Each little sound was distinctly amplified inside the small room. Mrs. Ji put down the menu and asked her coldly, "What would you like to drink?"

"I'd like some warm water, please," Celia quickly answered.

Mrs. Ji ordered a cup of black coffee for herself and returned the menu to the waiter. After she left, she asked, "Miss Xu, you know full well why I asked you out today, correct?" Celia licked her lower lip uneasily. "I know."

"Good. I don't have to say any superficial pleasantries, then."

Marcus' mother opened her handbag, took out a check, and pushed it toward her. She said in a low voice, "You are much younger than Marcus. You're only after his money, aren't you? This should be enough spending money to last you for a while. I hope that you can leave my son alone."

Just then, the waiter came in with a cup of coffee, and Mrs. Ji refrained from speaking while there was someone else in the room.

Celia stared at the check for one million dollars on the table and felt burning behind her eyes.

Her hands on both sides tightly clutched the upholstery underneath.

The day before in the office, she and Rachel predicted many possible scenarios that could happen today. The two of them practiced a few times to get her ready. However, they did not foresee this.

Celia took a deep breath, picked up the glass of warm water in front of her, and gulped down two mouthfuls. Only then did she feel a little better.

She opened her mouth and was about to say something, but Mrs. Ji raised a hand imperiously to interrupt. "Listen to me first." Her mouth curled in contempt. "If you think that this amount is insufficient, let me know your bank account number. As long as you are willing to leave Marcus, we have an agreement."

Celia was about to reply when Marcus' voice suddenly interrupted, "You may have an agreement, but I disagree!"

Marcus came in, picked up the check on the table, and tore it into pieces. Without looking at his mother, he took Celia's hand and walked out. He said coldly, "Mom, go back and tell Dad that these tricks are useless. Don't you have any shame?"

Afterwards, she went home and told her husband everything that had transpired. Larry was so incensed that he hurled his favorite ashtray to the floor, smashing it into bits. However, the person he cared most was still himself. It was not worth it.

Meanwhile, Marcus angrily pulled Celia by the hand out of the cafe. Without a word, he pushed her into his car's passenger seat. After he slid behind the wheel, he said coldly, "Why didn't you tell me that my mother wanted to see you?"

"I thought I could handle it." Celia bit her lip to hold back her tears, and her nose was red.

Looking at this pitiful sight, Marcus felt something tug at his heart. He gathered her into his arms and said, "If Rachel hadn't called me, what would you have done?" Relieved that he was no longer as angry as before, Celia smiled through tears. "If you didn't appear, I would have listened to your mother and accepted the check."

"How dare you!"

Holding her face in his hands, Marcus teasingly bit the tip of her nose.

In the wake of that bite came a faint pain mixed with a trace of an itch.

Celia pushed him and said, "Marcus, are you a dog? I was kidding just now! How dare you bite me!"

Two hours later, when Rachel saw the message from Celia, she just came out of the operating room. There were only two words on the message, "Thank you." Rachel knew then that Marcus must have arrived on time.