How may I help you?
Celine paced impatiently in her room. She was in deep thoughts. She had played her seduction card. She had left Damien wanting and craving for her. Now she was at a cross road.
Should she walk back to his house?
No, that would be too strange. If she was going to maintain the façade she was carrying. That move would be too calculative to pass as a natural coincidence again. He might smell out her dirty plans and reject her for good.
But staying away for too long wasn't helping her either.
What if he forgot about her? What if her seduction wasn't good enough? What if he got furious the moment she walked out of his house?
"God please help your daughter. What do I do?" She wondered to herself as she kept pacing about. She needed this to work. It was her only option. She hadn't thought of a plan B. Marrying Damien Culhane was the only way she thought of getting the money. If it went down the drain like shit, she would be in great dilemma.
What would she tell John?