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.

the

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

Celeste left the house a month and a half ago. Were

face turned pale. He hadn’t called the house in all that time. Things in Valentia hadn’t gone as planned, but he hadn’t imagined they would impact his life here. He had returned seeking solace from

rose from the 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

room until his eyes landed on a letter on the bedside table. Brock followed him silently, but

began to read. A chill ran down his spine as his eyes fell on one of the final paragraphs. He opened 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 his exhaustion, he stormed

he spotted Boris, his private pilot, filling

Do you need something?” Boris

leaving for

need clearance to depart—”

Peter barked, his voice commanding and filled with urgency.