Final Warning

Celine's cold indifference felt like a load on Gideon's chest and throat. It was stuck there—neither going up nor down—leaving him uncomfortable, barely able to breathe. Nothing was harder for him to accept than seeing another man standing next to Celine.

"Celine," he called out softly, not wanting her to leave. It felt like, if he let go this time, Celine might truly never belong to him again.