My Love Until the Last Goodbye by Alut

Chapter 0455

“Grandpa, come here. I’ll play with your hair,” Ethan said, opening his little arms for a hug

Peter placed his head on Ethan’s small legs, and the boy began to run his fingers through his damp curls. Peter finally drifted off to sleep. When he woke up, it was foo PM. He had slept deeply and could think more clearly.

He headed to the study, poured himself a glass of whiskey, and drank it in one gulp. He reclined on a divan and closed his eyes, analyzing the five things that were troubling him.

Marcus–this unresolved situation would have disastrous consequences when it came to light. Despite not remembering Mary, Peter didn’t want her to get hurt.

Alexia—that wretched woman seemed to be recovering. She might be part of the small percentage of people who regain full mobility. If that happened, he planned to have her committed to a psychiatric hospital indefinitely That was clear.

of his past, Peter knew that once she started walking, it would be hard to keep his existence a secret. Like with Mary, he didn’t want to hurt her. He had no intention of seeing her again. He could ensure she had a good life, but a

were intertwined–his memories and Celeste. Perhaps it was because she was new and wasn’t trying to hide who she was, but spending time with her had triggered some memories. That led him to the only logical step he could take now. He got up quickly,

asked, “Where are you off to,

“Ethan’s not here. Alden arrived, and they went to the

told

old, but I’m not stupid. Drive safely… and give her

the house, fully aware that his recent memories were tied to Celeste. Being near her seemed to help. perhaps because she had no connection to his past. This allowed him to act naturally, without the weight of expectations

searched for her. He felt a deep need to see her–not just for the memories she seemed to unlock, but because he genuinely enjoyed her company. There was something irresistibly captivating about her.

wasn’t one for elegant dresses. In fact, the dresses she wore weren’t even hers; a friend had lent them to her. She couldn’t afford to buy something she’d only wear for a single night. Grateful for her friend’s kindness, Celeste had three dresses to rotate during the days her paintings were