The Breaking Point of Love (Celeste and Trevor) novel Chapter 573

Celeste had no choice but to lie down beside her.

The campsite wasn't exactly quiet, but it wasn't noisy either. Holding the peacefully sleeping Jordyn in her arms, Celeste drifted off without realizing it.

She didn't know how long she'd slept. When she woke, Jordyn was still asleep.

She shifted slightly and turned her head.

Trevor was still sitting under the shade umbrella, reading with his head lowered.

He probably heard the movement, because he looked up. "Awake?"

Celeste nodded silently.

At that moment, Jordyn woke up as well. She clung to her for a moment before she was willing to get up.

But after washing her face, the lingering sleepiness vanished, and she was soon lively again—dragging Celeste around the campsite.

When she saw people taking photos, Jordyn wanted to take pictures too. So she ran back and said to Trevor, "Dad, help me take pictures with Mom!"

Trevor put his book down. "Okay."

Celeste was tugged around by Jordyn—sitting, standing, posing—and the photo session lasted quite a while.

Trevor never once complained and fulfilled every one of Jordyn's requests.

But he only took photos of the two of them. Even once Jordyn had had enough and no longer wanted pictures, he didn't suggest taking a family photo of all three.

That afternoon, Celeste stayed with Jordyn until after five. Then they packed up, left the campsite, and each returned home.

…

The next morning, Celeste left the Rodriguez residence early and returned to YodaVision.

After giving some work instructions, she went on behalf of YodaVision to attend the city government's enterprise representatives meeting.

She arrived a bit late, though perhaps it was simply bad luck—because the moment she stepped out of the car, she ran into Wynn.

Wynn's expression instantly turned cold when she saw her.

Celeste's gaze chilled as well. She didn't acknowledge her and simply walked past her, intending to head inside.

Jorge had never forgotten her birthday. As the date approached, he had thought about getting her a gift.

But he didn't have the proper identity or position to give her one.

In the end, he prepared nothing.

However...

He looked at Wynn and began, "Ms. Locket, you—"

But right as the words reached his lips, he suddenly faltered.

Wynn frowned slightly. "What is it?"

He assumed the diamond must have been for Wynn.

But—