My Love Until the Last Goodbye (Mary and Maximus) novel Chapter 455

Chapter 0455 

“Grandpa, come here. I’ll play with your hair,” Ethan said, opening his little arms for a hug 

Peter placed his head on Ethan’s small legs, and the boy began to run his fingers through his damp curls. Peter finally drifted off to sleep. When he woke up, it was foo PM. He had slept deeply and could think more clearly. 

He headed to the study, poured himself a glass of whiskey, and drank it in one gulp. He reclined on a divan and closed his eyes, analyzing the five things that were troubling him. 

Marcus–this unresolved situation would have disastrous consequences when it came to light. Despite not remembering Mary, Peter didn’t want her to get hurt. 

Alexia—that wretched woman seemed to be recovering. She might be part of the small percentage of people who regain full mobility. If that happened, he planned to have her committed to a psychiatric hospital indefinitely That was clear. 

Katherine–though she was part of his past, Peter knew that once she started walking, it would be hard to keep his existence a secret. Like with Mary, he didn’t want to hurt her. He had no intention of seeing her again. He could ensure she had a good life, but a relationship? Never 

The fourth and fifth concerns were intertwined–his memories and Celeste. Perhaps it was because she was new and wasn’t trying to hide who she was, but spending time with her had triggered some memories. That led him to the only logical step he could take now. He got up quickly, went to his room, and prepared to go out. This time, he dressed casually, looking rested and more youthful. 

Theodore saw him leaving his room and asked, “Where are you off to, young man? It’s almost dinnertime. 

“I won’t be having dinner at home tonight. Please make sure Ethan eats properly and brushes his teeth.” “Ethan’s not here. Alden arrived, and they went to the movies. I didn’t tell you because you were sound asleep. So, you’re finally going to see Celeste. 

“And who told you that?” 

“I may be old, but I’m not stupid. Drive safely… and give her my regards. 

Peter left the house, fully aware that his recent memories were tied to Celeste. Being near her seemed to help. perhaps because she had no connection to his past. This allowed him to act naturally, without the weight of expectations or history. What he didn’t realize, however, was that his behavior around Celeste mirrored his younger self. If Peter had a gift, it was his natural charm when it came to women. 

That evening, Celeste was once again at the gallery where her paintings, along with those of other artists, were on display. Before heading there, Peter stopped to buy a few things, including another beautiful bouquet of freesias When he arrived at the gallery, his eyes instinctively searched for her. He felt a deep need to see her–not just for the memories she seemed to unlock, but because he genuinely enjoyed her company. There was something irresistibly captivating about her. He wandered discreetly through the halls, pretending to admire the artwork, until he caught sight of her: a cascade of dark, curly hair falling freely over a pale, delicate back. 

Celeste wasn’t one for elegant dresses. In fact, the dresses she wore weren’t even hers; a friend had lent them to her. She couldn’t afford to buy something she’d only wear for a single night. Grateful for her friend’s kindness, Celeste had three dresses to rotate during the days her paintings were being shown.