The Breaking Point of Love novel Chapter 301

Chapter 301

Chapter 301

Over the next few days, Celeste made time to attend two or three more conference events.

She ran into Wynn twice, but on both occasions, Trevor didn’t accompany her.

By March, the rain had become more frequent.

After one of the events, it began to rain outside.

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Celeste had brought an umbrella, but she had left it in the car. She walked toward the main entrance, planning to wait until the rain eased up before leaving

She hadn’t even reached the door when she saw Wynn.

Wynn was speaking with someone, but her smile faded as soon as she spotted Celeste.

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Trevor appeared, holding an umbrella. He had clearly come to pick Wynn up.

He took off his coat and draped it over Wynn’s shoulder.

The people nearby, also waiting out the rain, looked on enviously. Some even gasped in admiration. It was only then that Trevor noticed Celeste and paused. She looked back at him expressionlessly.

He turned his gaze away, lifted the umbrella again, and left with Wynn.

The wind was picking up, and since he had given his coat to Wynn, even if some rain drifted under the umbrella, she wouldn’t get wet with the extra layer shielding her. It was an especially thoughtful gesture on Trevor’s part.

Before long, the two of them had disappeared past the entrance.

A little while later, Trevor’s driver came over from the parking lot holding an umbrella. He handed it to her and said, “Mrs. Fleming, Mr. Fleming asked me to bring you this.

Celeste didn’t take it. “No need. You can take it back.”

Martha had mentioned before that, for Jordyn’s sake, Trevor had agreed to get along with her.

Last time at the seminar, he had shown concern for her. Now, in front of Wynn, he was having someone bring her an umbrella again.

If Wynn could so easily allow Trevor to send her an umbrella, she must be confident enough in their relationship to believe he had no feelings for Celeste. It was just some passing courtesy for Jordyn’s sake.

The driver hesitated. “But…”

Celeste said, “He won’t mind. You can go.”

Seeing how firm she was, the driver eventually turned and left with the umbrella. He didn’t come back again.

But the rain still showed no signs of stopping. Celeste checked the time, debating whether to keep waiting or just brave the rain and leave.

Suddenly, a familiar voice spoke beside her. “Come on. I’ll give you a ride.”

It was Beck.

Dusk was falling. If she didn’t leave soon, who knew how long she would be stuck here.