Chapter Eighty: Too Late to Regret

Celine "Hey, babe." "Hi, hon. How's your day going?" "Better now that I've heard your voice." I rolled my eyes, chuckling. "What are you doing?" "I'm buying groceries to prepare dinner tonight." There was a silent pause, and I wondered if he had ended the call. "Trevor?" "I'm here. My apologies. I had to quickly attend to something. Yeah, you were talking about dinner. Who's preparing it?" "Me, of course." "I thought the Chairman said you couldn't cook to save your life." "And you believed that?" "Absolutely." "Hey!" He laughed. "It's a good plan to try it out. If you need lessons, you can always call my number." "Sure, darling. I know that. Thanks." "How was work today?" I nodded, moving along the shelves and filling my cart with more of the goods I wanted. "Work was fine. Yours? I am still looking forward to your results." "Are you getting impatient already, Miss Celine Holden? It's barely a month." "Isn't that enough time to let me in on your plans, Mr. Trevor La