The Platonic Trap novel Chapter 40

Pocketing his phone, Alistair leaned in closer, his gaze locked on the weeping girl. "Celia, do you know who I am?"

Celia looked at him through a haze of tears, meeting his eyes for a split second before looking away. "Alistair."

Alistair's brow arched slightly, his sharp features remaining perfectly composed.

"I hate you. You're exactly like Talbot... you just bully me..."

It felt like a tiny needle had just pricked his heart. It didn't hurt, but the sting lingered, leaving a strange ache behind.

The hauntingly beautiful sound of a cello drifted through the suite's sound system. Under the dim lights, Alistair's broad, towering frame completely engulfed her small figure on the couch.

Silence stretched between them.

Then, Celia heard the faint rustle of expensive fabric.

Opening her eyes slightly, she watched as the terrifying billionaire slowly dropped to one knee, bringing himself down until he was perfectly eye-level with her.

His eyes were dead serious. Staring at the beautiful, devastated girl in front of him, his voice softened dramatically. "Celia, I owe you an apology."

—He really did.

"I listened to someone else's lies and assumed the worst of you without ever letting you explain."

He looked right into her eyes, speaking slowly and deliberately, ensuring she heard every single word.

He didn't brush her off just because he was older, nor did he let his pride get in the way. He knelt right in front of her and gave her the absolute truth.

"I was wrong, Celia."

Alistair was almost infuriatingly principled.

When he realized he had made a mistake, he didn't make excuses. He faced it head-on with an apology so flawlessly sincere she couldn't even pick a fight with it if she tried.

Fresh tears welled up in Celia's eyes. Her lips trembled, and her nose turned pink. "You believed him over me."

"I did," Alistair admitted honestly. "I never should have judged your character based on someone else's biased words."

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