My Love Until the Last Goodbye (Mary and Maximus) novel Chapter 545

Chapter 0545 

Peter ended up cooking an exquisite pasta and preparing a delicious salad, leaving Celeste surprised. She never imagined that this man could do such things. She had to admit that she really didn’t know much about the man she’d be spending all these days with, but she was determined to give herself a chance. 

Celeste felt nervous in Peter’s presence. That man didn’t just have physical appeal; he had an inner charm, too. Any woman would be captivated by his elegant demeanor, that captivating smile, those seductive eyes, and his behavior–his kind gestures, grace, and quiet confidence. 

In the end, the newly arrived couple had dinner under the stars. For their first meal, Peter served her in the garden. Even though she probably shouldn’t have, Celeste had a little wine. It helped her relax, just a bit. That first night was pleasant; Peter managed to charm her with his good looks, engaging conversation, and delightful sense of humor. 

After dinner, Peter carefully helped Celeste take a bath. The bathroom was filled with the exquisite scent of lavender and roses, creating a serene atmosphere that helped her unwind. She had been craving a bath like this–a bit of warm water, a soft sponge with soap gliding gently over her bare skin. It eased her tension. She had to admit, though, this bath wasn’t just a bath. It felt as though Peter was making her his, without actually doing so. 

She let out soft whispers of contentment–a tranquility only a bath from this man could bring. “Damn,” Celeste thought as she glanced at him. There he was, so gentle and careful, giving her the most indulgent bath and unintentionally igniting something within her. Her cheeks flushed as she noticed his damp shirt and bare arms while he worked diligently to care for her. 

Afterward, with the same care, he dried her body, dressed her in one of his shirts–since she didn’t have any clothes yet, it was the most comfortable option–and dried her hair. He stayed with her, gently caressing her face until she was almost asleep. 

Just as she was drifting off, Celeste heard a faint declaration that filled her heart with warmth: 

“Celeste, I promise to love you, care for you, and cherish you every day of our lives.” 

[Willowcombe, Present Day] 

Peter walked into the museum where Celeste now worked. He wandered through its halls, realizing it was one of the most important museums in the area. He was genuinely impressed by how determined she was. Celeste wasn’t the kind of woman to sit around waiting for someone to rescue her–she had already made a plan for her life. 

She was unlike any woman he had ever known, especially the two who had left lasting marks on his life. Ekaterina, with a long history and a child between them, and Mary, whose unfinished love story left him spinning and prone to mistakes–like the one he had just made. Celeste, on the other hand, had always seemed like a sweet, fragile little bunny to him. But today, months later, he saw her differently. She radiated an intense, determined energy. Her gaze showed confidence, her voice was firm and clear as she rejected him. Today, he didn’t just see a pregnant woman who inspired tenderness; he saw a woman with unshakable strength. 

As the day went on, Peter grew increasingly nervous. He needed to find the right words to explain his absence–an absence he should never have allowed. How do you tell the future mother of your children that you never should’ve started a relationship with her? At least not as quickly as you did. He didn’t regret the time he had spent with her, but he did regret not being honest with himself, not giving himself the space to heal from the wound left by an old love.