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Gary merely stared at her without saying a word. He swept a glance over her body and landed his gaze on her wet clothes. The material of her clothes was thin, so it accentuated the curves of her body upon getting wet.
Sweet sixteen, the age where a girl would transfer from a budding flower into a blooming flower.
Gary's gaze darkened a little before he turned away to look out of the window instead.
It was still raining.
Celeste was wiping the rain droplets off her face. Her hair was very wet, so a few pieces of tissue weren't enough to dry it.
Therefore, she gave up on it and merely wiped her face dry.
"Gary, why are you here?" Celeste asked Gary out of curiosity as she was shocked at how he had appeared at such an appropriate timing.
Gary turned to look at her. Right then, she looked really innocent and lovely, and they were close enough for him to smell her faint but pleasant fragrance.