The CharismaticVincent Carter

CHAPTER 7: A glimpse from the past

Celeste tried to wriggle out of his embrace, but his hands on her waist held her tight. It was so firm that it felt like he didn't want to let go, Like she is going to abscond. Unable to try anymore, she gave up. She was still thinking about what to do when sleepiness took the best of her.

Vincent woke the next morning to see Celeste sleeping peacefully in his arms. He wanted to shove her away and stand up, but remembering how she stood her ground and helped him the day before, he could only smile in satisfaction.

He examined her face a little more and he realized how beautiful she was now that she was so close to him. He tugged a strand of her hair at the back of her ear, You really are a beautiful damsel. He whispered with a smile. Noticing her eyes were slowly twitching he quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Celeste stretched languidly as she covered her mouth with her hand while she yawned. Realizing she was still in Vincent's arms her eyes widened in shock as quickly pushed him away and fell on the floor.

“Ahhhh” She groaned in pain as she hit her buttock on the floor. Vincent just smiled faintly, still pretending to be asleep.

“I must be crazy for sleeping in his bed!” what if he had woken up first and found me in his arms?? What the hell will he think of me??. Celeste hissed. She slowly stood up from the floor and tiptoed out of the room.

What did she mean by “What I will think of her!?” After all, this was not her first time sleeping in my arms he sneered.

He slowly stood up from the bed as his wounds had not healed completely. He limps towards the bathroom and takes a quick bath. Even though it hurts as the waters smash through his wounds he still manages to act strong. Putting on a casual outfit he slowly sat on the edge of the bed weakly.

He was lost in thought for a while, Remembering all the times he would get sick at home and his maid would be with him all through while his grandmother kept checking on him and treating him like a kid. Now he felt and knew the pain of a homeless kid that he originally was from the very beginning.

A few more minutes later, Celeste entered the room fully dressed. “You are awake!?” She asked, looking perplexed.

“And you managed to take your bath and change your clothes!?” She inquired again with confusion written all over her face.

“You must think I'm a kid and a mommy’s boy right!?” Vincent smirked. “Why are you here?? He asked again his cold gaze fixed on her that she wished she could disappear immediately.

I…I…Ca..me..to…ch…e..c..k... She stammered in worry.

Are you afraid of me!? He asked, his voice was rather pleasant nor seductive.

What??? Not at all, she said shyly. While composing herself.

Okay! after you. He said plainly while struggling to get up. Celeste quickly rushed to his side to help him up. But he stopped her and said he could manage on his own.

He walked past her towards the door and halted. “You are not coming!?” he said as he turned back to look at her.

Ohh! She replied and quickly rushed toward him. They got to the dining and Celeste quickly served the food.

Why are there no maids in here?? He asked.

I dismissed all of them. It's like my stepmother is using them to monitor all my moves and again I hate getting their fake princess treatment. Celeste spat with a complaint with a pout.

She is your stepmother? Vincent inquired again, confusion itching her face.

Yeah, she is….

You must feel so lonely without a real mother right??? Vincent asked again, making Celeste stop what she was doing and look up at him.

Yeah but not entirely, At least I have my dad and Victor. Even though he is her son he always cherished me more than her. “But why do you ask?? She inquired, adjusting her chair to sit down properly.

Because I was once in your situation. Vincent replied curtly.

So you have a woman you missed and one that treats you with contempt. She declared with a smile.

Yea! He answered.

Then the woman you love is your first love named Beatrice and the one you hate is probably your caregiver because she maltreated you back in the orphanage right? She enunciates again with a broad smile.

What??? Vincent said, almost choking on the food he dipped inside his mouth.

Did I not guess right?? She said, biting her lips shyly.

“How did you know Beatrice!?” he questioned.

Well, you kept on shouting her name when you were in pain yesterday so I assumed she was your first love she asserted meekly.

Like seriously!!!! “Are you jealous!?” Vincent contested with a teasing tone.

Me??? “Jealous of what!?” Our relationship is a just contract that is bound to cease at any time. “So why do I need to get jealous!?” She replied with a faint smile.

“Okay!” Mrs Beatrice is my personal maid who has taken care of me since I was a kid. Vincent said curtly.

Do you have a personal maid in the orphanage?? Celeste asked, confused.

“Not there!”? He exhaled tiredly. It was evident he was getting exhausted.

But where?? Celeste managed to ask while biting on her lips with a smile. Vincent was about to reply when a maid rushed in.

“Where are your manners!?” Celeste yelled in rage.

“Am sorry ma’am!” Your grandfather requested an audience urgently with both of you and I have been knocking since but I got no reply she asserted still shivering continuously.

“It's normal for grandfather to call for me but why him!?” She questioned ignoring her excuse.

“I don't know ma’am!” he also summoned the young master and your parents. The maid declared, still shivering in fear.

Tell them i'm only coming and he won't be there because he was still recuperating. Celeste asserted and dismissed the maid without even waiting for her to respond.

She stood up immediately and was about to walk away when Vincent suddenly grabbed her hand and dragged her back.

“Are you protecting me or treating me as an invincible bastard!?”. He challenged his voice cold and threatening.