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.

and when she climbed into his car, she found

you,” Peter said with a smile. “Did you know

and started driving toward her home. But after a while, he spoke

make a stop before I take

are you taking me, Mr. Palmer?”

pretend I didn’t hear that. Where we’re going…

me like you did yesterday, Celeste said

don’t worry. This place is very close; we won’t be taking much of

below them, bathed in a sea of twinkling lights. Above, the sky 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

rosé,” Peter said, handing her the

took it, glancing at him with surprise, then noticed a box of strawberries on the hood of the car. He took her hand and guided her over to where the box was. They

more of your paintings in the future.”