The Breaking Point of Love (Celeste and Trevor) novel Chapter 586

Ivan really had been getting close to Winchester Group lately, and he was actually planning a collaboration. He had no idea how Trevor found out.

But it wasn't something he needed to hide.

Seeing that Trevor was willingly opening a topic, he simply answered, "Yes."

From there, the two of them started talking about business.

Meanwhile, Martha, Celeste, and Adeline were chatting about other things.

And while Trevor discussed work with Ivan, he still took care of Jordyn—cutting up food for her, wiping her hands, the usual.

But Jordyn was pretty clingy with Celeste these days. She actually wanted her mother to take care of her instead. She brushed off Trevor's hand as he tried to roll up her sleeve.

"I want Mom to do it."

Trevor paused, laughed lightly, and looked over at Celeste.

Seeing Jordyn hold her arm out toward her, Celeste had no choice but to roll up the other sleeve for her.

Jordyn immediately grinned with satisfaction.

Watching this whole scene, the others couldn't help but feel... It actually looked kind of harmonious.

Even so, Trevor and Celeste still didn't say a single word to each other the entire meal.

But overall, the meal went surprisingly well, and in the end, Trevor still paid.

Ivan frowned. "Mr. Fleming, I said I'd treat. Why—"

"It's fine. You can treat next time," Trevor interrupted.

Next time...

Sure, Trevor had been polite while chatting during dinner, but Ivan didn't believe there would be a "next time" where they'd all sit together again.

He was certain Trevor was just being courteous.

After all, the man definitely didn't care about the cost of one meal. And with Martha present, even if he disliked the Rodriguez family, he'd still maintain superficial politeness.

But within seconds, they all acted as if they hadn't seen each other and looked away.

At the cocktail party, Celeste chatted and laughed with Lazarus and the others. She'd also had a bit to drink. Her alcohol tolerance wasn't good, so she didn't drink much.

Perhaps the liquor was too strong, as halfway through the event, her head started feeling foggy, her vision doubled, and she could barely stand straight.

Lazarus didn't realize her tolerance was that bad. He was just about to go support her when someone else stepped in faster—an arm circling her waist, pulling her straight into a firm chest.

Everyone stared, stunned.

"M-Mr. Fleming?"

Trevor nodded slightly, lowering his gaze to the woman in his arms.

Under everyone's shocked eyes, he picked her up bridal-style.

"I'll take her upstairs to rest. You all continue."