Chapter 838

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“Ask me?”

Juniper couldn’t guess what her sister was up to, but she always sided with family, right or wrong. She was unconditionally on Celine’s side.

With a blink, she lazily averted her gaze, her voice laced with false helplessness. “Well, that’s the gist of it, but only the two of you know how things really were between you. I have something to take care of, so I’ll be leaving you to it.”

Warren’s brow tightened. As Juniper passed by, he leaned in and whispered, “Juniper, I still have that black card.”

“Hmm?” Juniper’s eyes instantly lit up, and she was about to blurt out, “How much?” but a glance at Celine made the words die in her throat.

“Do I look like the kind of person who’s greedy for money?” Juniper raised her voice, making sure Celine could hear. “Warren, please don’t insult my integrity with your wealth, alright?”

Warren stared at her, a series of question marks forming in his mind. His expression screamed: *Not greedy? You’re the definition of greedy!*

“Whatever it is, you should talk to Celine,” Juniper said, clearing her throat before lowering her voice. “What did you do to piss her off?”

“Huh?” Warren was already miserable about his wife not remembering him; his sister-in-law’s words only deepened his despair.

Remembering the card she’d received from him before, Juniper felt a pang of sympathy and offered a piece of advice. “Just talk to her. Be sincere. Maybe she’ll suddenly remember something.”

“Thank you,” Warren nodded.

“Oh, by the way—” Before leaving, Juniper tilted her head and whispered, “You said you brought the card. How much is on it?”

Warren stared at her, his expression complicated. Wasn’t she the one who just said not to insult her with money?!

Seeing them whispering, Celine called out suspiciously, “Juniper… don’t you have something to do?”

“Right,” Juniper flashed her a smile and waved goodbye. “I’m on my way.”

The hall fell silent.

Warren stood

frozen, his gaze fixed on the woman across from him, his eyes full of cautious reverence. Her stare made his scalp tingle. He began to present the items he had brought, explaining each one with painstaking care. ” brought some other things… This is a gift I bought you when you were fifteen.”

It was a diamond hairpin. Back then, he was just a low-level grunt on Liberty Island, risking his life just to earn enough money for it.

Celine’s gaze dropped, her long, thick lashes casting a shadow on her cheeks. Her expression was unreadable.

“And this…” Warren’s eyes were bloodshot as he took out a necklace. “This was your eighteenth birthday present.”

The pendant was shaped like a crown. The meaning was clear: Celine would always be his princess, his queen.

Celine’s lashes fluttered, a flicker of complex emotion in her eyes.

“And this…” Even without a response, Warren continued his one-man show. “Our wedding photos. They were taken in your favorite garden. You took this one yourself.”

The photo was a mess, their figures distorted and blurry. But he loved it. He had picked the one with her sweetest smile and hung it by their bed.

“Celine, even if you don’t remember any of this, it’s okay.” Warren’s tall frame seemed to stoop slightly, his handsome face etched with pain. “I’ll help you relive every memory we ever made together.” Content S

“Relive them?” Celine stood up and walked toward him. She lifted her eyes lazily, her lips parting slightly “And how do you know I want to? Same things are best let in the past. If a memory is gone, maybe it should stay gone.”

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