True Fated Marriage novel Chapter 1506

But the following words that Celeste said felt like a splash of cold water, quickly extinguishing his hope that had just been ignited.

"Of course I care about you. Even if we aren't lovers anymore, you're still Aunt Smith and Uncle Jones' son. Besides, we're classmates. We're probably going to meet again in the future, so you should take care of yourself."

Gary's face sank in an instant. At this point, he felt like he was basically asking for it. Who could he blame?

Gary was left speechless. He had no choice but to keep his head down and eat quietly. There are no words to describe the stiffness in his chest.

Celeste tried her best to finish up her food. Although she felt like throwing up several times, she ate earnestly.

She ate her meal along with a few other dishes. Celeste proceeded to put down her utensils and said, "I really can't eat anymore. I'll go and rest."

After saying that, Celeste placed her utensils to the side and headed towards the stairs.

Gary parted his lips but didn't utter a word.

Celeste returned to her bedroom and sank into her bed, the mattress engulfed her petite body.

Gary entered the bedroom to see her on the bed. Had he not taken a closer look, he wouldn't have noticed her lying there.

His heart ached for her who had been getting thinner.

His eyes were filled with pain and concern.

Gary watched her from the door for a little while. Upon seeing her pale and slender legs sticking out from the, he walked over to tuck her in. When he looked down, her long eyelashes twitched slightly.

He sat at the foot of the bed, his eyes never leaving her. After which, he extended his hand and gently caressed her pale face.

Celeste couldn't take it anymore. She opened her eyes to look at him.

They stared at each other, eyes filled with agony.

Gary was about to say something when she suddenly jumped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom.

Gary was shocked. He hadn't expected that.

Suddenly, he heard her retching from inside the bathroom.

Celeste was vomiting.

Gary panicked. He quickly got up and headed to the bathroom to find Celeste kneeling before the toilet seat.

His expression turned cold and his eyes filled with anguish. As he walked towards her, Celeste's gag reflex betrayed her as she emptied her stomach's content, all while facing Gary, who was standing by the sink.

Gary rushed over to her side and patted her back comfortingly.

Celeste had hurled out an ungodly amount of vomit. She gripped the toilet seat with one hand and used the other to reach for the handle. With that, all her stomach's contents slowly drained into the toilet bowl.

"Don't pat my back. I still feel nauseous," Celeste murmured as she reached out to stop him.

Gary's eyes turned red with panic. "I'll take you to the hospital."

"Can't you tell?" Celeste whispered, "I'm in so much pain, I really don't want to have any sort of contact with you."

Gary was stunned.

Celeste closed her eyes and said softly, "I don't think I'd be in such pain if you weren't here. Would you please leave, Gary?"

He stood rooted to the ground. His eyes were bloodshot red.

"A week, give me another week," Gary said painfully. "Just be patient for a while. In a week, after your body recovers, I won't bother you anymore."

It was his painful decision that left Celeste stumped.

In the end, neither of them said anything, and the atmosphere quieted down.

She washed her face.

After a brief pause, Gary went downstairs to fetch a glass of warm water for her.

Neither of them spoke to each other.

The situation was quite awkward.