Unmasking the Heiress

With that thought, Walter pressed on, "David, you and I both know Celina is on the other side. Has she done anything out of the ordinary lately?" Out of the ordinary?

David's hand tightened into a fist without him realizing it.

There was one thing.

That afternoon, Celina did something she had never done before she texted him.

[My stomach hurts. I could really go for some oatmeal.]

David, seizing the moment to be the caring boyfriend, did not hesitate to get her some oatmeal.

However, instead of a cozy night in, Celina had him meet her at a cafe.

The cafe was all class and style. David stuck out like a sore thumb with his simple oatmeal. To anyone else, he might have looked pretty ridiculous. However, he did not mind.

The scent of coffee filled the air, but he pushed aside the cup in front of Celina and assertively placed his oatmeal before her. "Got a stomach ache, right? Try this."

In that instant, he caught a shimmer of tears in Celina's eyes.

He knew she was moved. For him, that was just the start of taking care of Celina.

Celina quietly picked up the spoon in a rare moment of compliance and took a sip from the oatmeal he brought.

The aroma was inviting, but Celina only had one sip.

"Thanks for the oatmeal, Mr. Zimmer. It's really good."

With David watching, Celina set down the spoon, her face taking on an unprecedented seriousness.

"I wanted to see you today because there's something I need to tell you.

"Evangeline, your boss' wife, is in serious trouble. Since Julia got off the hook in court, she's been fixated on nabbing Evangeline. And yeah, you're right-I'm her right-hand woman, so I end up doing her dirty work." David rubbed his fingers together, realizing more and more that he just could not get a read on the woman in front of him.

They were on opposite sides of that mess, yet there she was, calling him out to confess and her own reluctance?

"Why?" David pressed.

Celina blinked in surprise.

She had just told David that the person he was sworn to protect was in deep danger, and he asked her why? It was like they were speaking different languages.

Reading her puzzled look, David quickly clarified, "Celina, we're on opposite teams here. Why confess to me?"

It clicked for Celina then.

She had always kept David at arm's length, but then she dragged him into her plans. No wonder he was confused.

"I don't want to hurt Evangeline."NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Actually, she did not want to hurt anyone.

She did not want her hands tainted with violence. She did not want to be dragged down into a dark pit for the evil Bennison family.

"She's been nothing but kind, so..."

Watching her eyelashes quiver with her words, David knew Celina was not being completely honest.

He let out a quiet sigh, putting on a bit of a show as he said, "Celina, if you're doing this because of me, not wanting to hurt my Mrs. Gordon, I'd be a lot more cheerful..."

David's voice was heavy with a kind of wistful sorrow like he was playing the part of a pitiful character in a drama, waiting for Celina to

sweet-talk him back to cheerfulness.

Celina was speechless. She stared at his brazen attitude, utterly clueless about what to say next.

"David, this is no joke. Evangeline really should have her prenatal checkup at home."

"Enough, I get it." David cut her off.

"You could've just called me about this. Why make a big deal and meet up at a cafe? Is it because I haven't stopped by the beauty salon lately, and you're missing me, trying to use

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this as an excuse to hang out..."