Chapter Eighteen: A Warning to The Cocky CEO

Celine I stared at my phone, worrying my lower lip with my teeth. I was in my study, poring over materials to gain more knowledge. However, I couldn't concentrate and closed the large book. My thoughts kept flashing back to Trevor's call earlier that evening. It was unlike him to call, and curiosity burned through me. I wanted to know the reason behind his call. Was his action a consequence of my reaction to his help? I shook my head, thinking, "It can't be that... But..." Eventually, I gave in to the urge and called him around 10 p.m. He answered on the second ring, his voice dry and hoarse. "Celine?" My eyes narrowed, lips pursed. "Are you asleep?" A brief silence followed. "Trevor?" I clucked. What am I even doing? "Just go to bed. I will..." "I am not asleep," he answered, his voice low. "Then, why didn't you answer?" "I'm-uh, feeling really down today," he answered. "Is it the reporters? I barely managed to escape them myself today." Thanks to you. I omitted