My Love Until the Last Goodbye by Alut

Chapter 0532

1 say goodbye with affection,

Celeste Mason]

She folded the letter and placed it on the bedside table. After calling a taxi, she carefully left the house, carrying Spike in his carrier. The taxi would take her to the train station, where she faced a journey of over nine hours, followed by another transfer to reach Willowcombe.

When she had been married to Adam, they hadn’t had much, but together they had built a charming little house- just enough to live comfortably. Celeste had been forced to leave it when she mortgaged it to cover her husband’s hospital bills. After moving in with Peter, he had surprised her by returning the house’s title to her. That small act was one of the few things that, even in her pain, still brought a smile to her face.

[A Month and a Half Later]

An elegant black Maserati rolled through the gates of the mansion. Peter stepped out of the car, carrying a suitcase, only to be met with an unexpected sight–the mansion was dark. Normally, the study and master bedroom were illuminated, giving the house a warm and lived–in feel. His surprise grew when it was Brock, the butler, who greeted him at the door instead of Celeste.

“Sir, you look tired. You should take a bath and rest. I’ll ask the cook to prepare dinner and have it brought to your room,” Brock said respectfully.

By the way, where’s

question. He had assumed Peter was aware that Celeste had left over a month ago. After all, Peter’s last visit to the

a month and a

the house in all that time. Things in Valentia hadn’t gone as planned, but he hadn’t imagined they would impact his

sofa and headed straight to his bedroom. The room looked untouched, as though no one had been there in weeks. It felt cold, lonely, and devoid of Celeste’s presence. The familiar scent of

on the bedside table. Brock followed him silently, but when he saw the imposing man sit heavily on the bed, the

attached medical documents and felt a sharp pang in his chest. Instinctively, he clenched the paper tightly before throwing it onto the bed. Forgetting

he spotted Boris, his private pilot, filling

you need something?” Boris

for

clearance to

get it!” Peter barked, his voice commanding and