Chapter 87

There's a certain kind of guy in this world-super "in touch with his feelings" kind, the type who gets all emotional over his own speeches but doesn't stop for a second to consider how awkward, or even damaging, his words might be for others. In Celeste's eyes, Marcus was the prime example of this kind of man. Right now, Marcus was standing less than a meter away from her. The only thing between them? Ethan's wheelchair-thankfully, she had her hands on its handles. Everyone from both the Shaw and Moore families paused, eyes swinging toward them like they'd just witnessed an awkward headline unfold. Marcus's gaze was loaded with emotion-too obvious to miss. Celeste broke out in a cold sweat, but she kept her cool. "Dr. Moore, maybe you should head inside first? Doesn't really seem like the time or place to talk about that," she said smoothly. "What do you mean, 'that'?" Grace narrowed her eyes, latching right onto it. "Marcus, when did you have something to talk to her about?" "It's...