Never Forgive Never Forget (Celeste and Philip) novel Chapter 172

As soon as Celeste finished speaking, an awkward silence filled the air.

Beverly's face turned a deep shade of red, nearly purple with anger.

For heaven's sake, it was those two who were dressed like vagrants!

So how had Celeste twisted things, making it sound as if she was the one unworthy of this restaurant?

Beverly opened her mouth to retort, but the socialites behind her burst into laughter. Her embarrassment flared, cheeks burning, and she caught the mocking glances of those around her. Only then did she realize—she was the one being looked down on.

"You! I'm telling my father about this!" Beverly blurted, then beat a hasty retreat.

Celeste let out a sigh.

"Honestly, can't anyone walk on their own without daddy and mommy holding their hand? Her father treats her like a precious gem, keeps her by his side all day and never seems to mind the noise... What are you two staring at?"

She turned around to find Janice and Patty gazing at her, eyes sparkling with admiration. Celeste tilted her head, puzzled.

Patty was the first to speak.

"Oh my God, the way you whipped out your card just now was incredible! I wish I could make that much money and put arrogant people in their place!"

Janice chimed in, practically throwing herself into Celeste's arms.

"Seriously, after hearing you talk, I feel like even the mud on my pants is high fashion!"

Celeste's lips twitched. She held Janice back by the forehead, half amused and half exasperated.

"Mud or not, you still need to clean it off, you know!"

Janice just nuzzled closer.

"Yeah, yeah, Celeste, you're the best!"

The three of them enjoyed their meal in high spirits.

Afterward, Celeste made sure both girls got home safe, then swung by the grocery store to pick up some cat food and treats.

Back at her apartment, she pulled out the porcelain pieces she'd crafted earlier and filled a bowl with food and water for the little kitten.

Celeste turned her thoughts to the kitten—she wanted to see if the little one liked the new food. But when she looked around, she couldn't find the cat anywhere.

"Huh?"

Where had the kitten gone?

She searched every corner the kitten could possibly reach, lifting cushions and peeking under furniture—nothing.

Had it snuck out?

Her eyes darted to the open front door, and a wave of panic hit her. Without even pausing to change out of her lounge clothes, she dashed out.

The elevator doors slid open. She hurried in—only to collide with the solid chest of a man.

"Ugh!"

A deep, husky voice rumbled above her. Alfred's strong arm wrapped securely around her waist, steadying her.

"What's wrong? Why are you in such a rush?"