# Chapter 681: Waking Up in His World
Hello everyone, it's me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 681 of *The Breaking Point of Love Summary, Characters & Ending Guide*. This is one of those chapters that feels quiet on the surface, but underneath, every glance, every word, and every hesitation is charged with meaning. So grab a warm drink, settle in, and let's step into this emotional moment together.
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The night was heavy with the weight of unspoken things. Inside the private room, Celeste had barely been able to keep her eyes open, her mind clouded by alcohol and exhaustion. Trevor stood there, uncertain what to do, when Quincy stepped forward and patted him gently on the shoulder.
"I'll leave her to you," Quincy said quietly, his voice carrying a note of trust, or maybe resignation.
With that, he rubbed his throbbing temples and took the lead, walking out into the night without looking back. He had done what he could. Now it was Trevor's turn.
Trevor stood still for a long moment. Then, without a word, he walked over, picked up Celeste's bag, and bent down to lift her into his arms. She was light, fragile in a way that struck him deeper than he expected. He carried her out of the private room, her head resting against his chest, her breathing slow and even.
Downstairs, the world was quiet and cool. As Trevor carried Celeste toward his car, another figure was just about to step into his own vehicle—Jorge. He paused mid-motion when he saw them. His eyes narrowed as he watched the way Trevor held Celeste, the undeniable intimacy in the way her body curved into his embrace.
Something twisted in Jorge's chest. He hesitated, then pulled out his phone and quietly snapped a few photos.
Trevor's car was parked not far away. Within moments, Trevor had carefully settled Celeste into the passenger seat and climbed in behind the wheel. The engine hummed to life, and the car pulled away into the night.
Jorge stood by his own car, frozen in thought. Then, as if driven by something he couldn't name, he got in, stepped on the accelerator, and followed.
Trevor drove steadily the entire way. No sudden turns. No rushed decisions. Just the calm, deliberate movements of a man who knew exactly where he was going.
Jorge followed at a distance, not even aware of how much time had passed until the car ahead of him turned into a well-known villa district in Baumond. The gated entrance gleamed under the streetlights, exclusive and secure. Jorge slowed, watching Trevor's car disappear beyond the gates. Then, reluctantly, he turned away and merged back into the traffic.
But he wasn't done.
He made a call immediately. "Check whether Trevor owns any property in that villa district."
The answer came faster than he expected, arriving just as he stepped through his own front door.
"Trevor does own a property there. More precisely, he's been living there for the past few years. Before his divorce, his wife and daughter lived there too. Now, it's only him and his daughter."
Jorge's jaw tightened. So that villa district was Trevor's main residence? And he actually brought Celeste straight home—not to a hotel, not to a friend's place, but to the place where he lived, where his daughter lived, where his family once lived.
Jorge's expression darkened.
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The next morning, sunlight crept through the curtains, soft and golden. Celeste woke slowly, her head pounding as though a thousand tiny hammers were tapping against her skull.
As her consciousness returned, she sat up and looked around the unfamiliar room. For a moment, she thought she was still groggy from sleep, seeing things that couldn't possibly be real.
But it was real.
She was in Trevor's residence. And not just anywhere—she was in the master bedroom. Her heart stuttered. She froze, her mind struggling to piece together the night before.
After a long moment, she realized the truth: she must have gotten drunk last night, and Trevor had brought her back here.
Daylight was already streaming in from outside, warm and unforgiving. Her bag sat neatly on the bedside table, placed there with care.
She didn't intend to stay in that room any longer. She quickly got out of bed, slipped on the slippers by the bedside, grabbed her bag, and headed out of the bedroom.
The moment she stepped out, she nearly collided with the housekeeper coming up the stairs. The woman's face broke into a warm smile.
"Mrs. Fleming, you're awake."
"Just call me Cel," Celeste said quickly, the old title feeling strange on her ears.
The housekeeper gave an awkward smile, looking a little troubled, as though she wasn't sure she could comply.
After a brief pause, Celeste asked, "Last night, he..."
The housekeeper understood what she meant and smiled gently. "Mr. Fleming slept in the study last night."
Celeste nodded, a quiet breath escaping her. She was about to say something else when the door to the study opened, and Trevor stepped out, still in his sleepwear.
When he saw her, his gaze settled on her face, steady and warm. "You're awake."
Celeste nodded. "Thank you for last night."
"You're welcome."
"Mom?" A small voice rang out, full of disbelief.
Jordyn had just woken up as well. She stood in the hallway, rubbing her eyes, staring at Celeste as though she were seeing a dream. When she realized she wasn't dreaming, her face lit up.
She ran over in delight and threw herself into Celeste's arms, hugging her tightly. "Mom, when did you come back?"
"... Last night."
Celeste turned and exchanged a few words with her, her voice soft. Then she took Jordyn's hand and followed her into her room to freshen up. After that, they headed downstairs together for breakfast.
By the time they reached the dining area, Trevor was already dressed neatly, waiting for them. The table was set. The morning light poured in through the windows. And for one fragile, fleeting moment, it almost felt like a family again.
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## Reader's Impressions & Star Rating
This chapter is a quiet emotional masterpiece. It doesn't rely on dramatic confessions or explosive arguments—instead, it builds tension through small, devastating details: Jorge's jealous photograph, Trevor bringing Celeste to the family home, the housekeeper's hesitant use of "Mrs. Fleming," and Jordyn's innocent joy at seeing her mother. The weight of the past and the fragile hope of the present collide beautifully. I found myself holding my breath the entire time.
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Rating: 4.8 / 5 Stars
## Next Chapter Prediction
With Jorge now aware that Trevor brought Celeste straight to his main residence, the next chapter will likely see Jorge escalating his investigation—or his feelings. Celeste waking up in Trevor's home, surrounded by the echoes of their old family life, will force her to confront emotions she's tried to bury. And with Jordyn caught in the middle, the next chapter may bring a confrontation that was years in the making. Will Celeste stay for breakfast, or realize she's already in too deep?
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