Chapter 78 Who Sent The Comic Bear (Part One)

"What are you looking for?" Spencer heard Celine's voice coming from behind.

He wiped the dust off his clothes as he turned to her. "Why are you home?" he asked.

"I dropped by to get something, but then I saw your car outside so I came up here to see you." Celine strutted in the room wearing her favorite pair of high-heeled shoes. With a smile on her face, she asked, "So, what are you doing here?"

"I'm just looking for something," Spencer replied casually.

"These are all pretty old stuff. What is it you're looking for?" She looked around the room until something caught her attention. Grinning like a child, she called out to Spencer, "Hey! Look, it's my old sketchpad!"

With a noticeable frown, Spencer turned to where she pointed. He was clearly uneasy with her being in the same room. She walked to the window where the sketchpad sat on top of old books. She picked it up and dusted the cover off. "Look, Spencer! I've wondered where this went! Do you remember this?"

His body stiffened slightly as his thoughts drifted back to one warm afternoon six years ago.

"It's such a bright day, Spencer! I want to paint a portrait!" Celine was wearing her hair up in a ponytail, which made her look very bright and youthful. "Will you be my model?"

"Model?" Spencer gave her an incredulous look.

"Yes! Come on! You look so handsome!" Celine held a palm to his cheek and gently caressed it. "I can't ask just anyone to pose for me. Will you do it for me? Please?"

"I don't want to sit in one spot for hours. My body would stiffen up!" he protested.

"Sitting is actually more comfortable than standing. What are you so afraid of?" Celine said defiantly. But seeing that her pressing wasn't working on him, she turned around and said in a hurt tone, "Come on, don't you like me anymore? It's just a small request."

"I do..."

"I'm sure you're lying!" Celine interrupted him. "Is it because I'm older than you? You don't like me anymore!" She cried.

Spencer frowned as he watched her. "Don't overthink it," he said with sigh as he patted her on the back. "When did I tell you I don't like you? There's nothing to be sad about. I'll be your model!"

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ast him and blocked his exit with her arms. "I'm not done talking. Don't leave me!"

There was a great frown on Spencer's face when he asked, "What else do you have to say?"

"You don't care about my feelings anymore, do you?" Celine pouted and complained. "You used to always ask if I was okay. You wouldn't say anything bad about me. And now, you won't even listen to me?"

"Things are different now! You're my sister! I can't treat you the same way as before, and you can't ask me to do so either! Do you understand?" He tried to keep his voice as calm as possible.

"No, I don't understand!" There were tears brimming in Celine's eyes. "I was forced to leave you. They dragged me to the airport! I didn't even get the chance to call you or send you a text! Have you forgotten what happened at the airport that time I left? How you came and tried to stop me from leaving? Have you forgotten everything?"

Wayne wanted to send Celine abroad without a fuss so he didn't inform Spencer of his plans. When Spencer got the news at the last moment, he rushed to the airport to stop her from leaving. When Spencer arrived, Celine had just gone through the security check. He shouted as loud as he could when he called her, as if it was a matter of life and death.

But they were not even able to hug each other. Guards stood in front of the security checkpoint and aimed their guns at Celine. She felt threatened that they'd shoot her if she didn't leave.