My Love Until the Last Goodbye by Alut

Chapter 0458

Snapped out of her thoughts, Celeste shook her head. “No, of course not. I’m sorry, I just got distracted. Let me finish up a few things, and if you’d like, we can leave a little earlier. I wouldn’t want you driving back to Westhaven too late.”

She walked away to check in with a colleague, disappearing from Peter’s sight. Left alone, he strolled through the gallery, admiring the remaining paintings. His thoughts were elsewhere, focusing on what lay ahead. He had unfinished business in Switzerland, but he didn’t want to leave so abruptly. The situation with Alexia would take time to resolve, and he couldn’t treat it lightly. For now, though, he decided to enjoy the evening and figure out

tomorrow when it came.

One painting caught his eye–one of Celeste’s works. Peter wasn’t sure if Theodore had purchased it yet, but he found himself captivated by the brushstrokes and colors. She had a remarkable gift, one that wasn’t being fully realized. Teaching his grandson wasn’t a bad thing, but her talent for painting was extraordinary and underappreciated. His mind wandered briefly to the image of her walking barefoot through her apartment, the taste of cinnamon coffee lingering in his memory. He found himself craving a cup of that coffee.

“Peter… We can go,” Celeste’s soft voice called out.

He turned to her and smiled. “Let’s go. Are you sure you’re okay with leaving?”

“Of course. I covered for my colleague yesterday, so she’s covering for me today,” Celeste replied with a small smile.

open for her, and when she climbed into his car, she

is for you,” Peter said with a smile. “Did you know I love

her into the car, he got behind the wheel and started driving toward

a stop before I

are you taking me, Mr. Palmer?” Celeste asked, raising an eyebrow.

hear that. Where we’re going… it’s

please don’t scare me like you did yesterday, Celeste

close; we won’t be taking much of a detour,” Peter reassured her.

was a canvas of stars, with the moon shining brightly in the absence of city lights. Peter helped Celeste out of the car, and she stood in awe of the view. While she admired the sight, Peter

like rosé,” Peter said, handing her the glass.

car. He took her hand and guided her over to where the box was. They leaned against the car

to seeing more of your paintings in