# Chapter 285: The Public Embrace That Shook the Room
Hello everyone, it's me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 285 of "The Breaking Point of Love" – a chapter full of tension, public spectacle, and the quiet battles that simmer beneath polite smiles. Let's dive right in!
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The rain had stopped, but the air was still thick with the kind of dampness that clings to your skin. Celeste had barely taken a step when her ankle gave way, sending a sharp jolt of pain up her leg. She winced, but before she could even steady herself, Trevor was there. His hand caught her arm, and then – without asking, without hesitation – he scooped her up into his arms as if she weighed nothing.
"Hold the umbrella," he said, his voice calm but leaving no room for argument.
Celeste's expression flickered. She pushed against his chest. "Let me…"
But Trevor was already carrying her down the steps, his strides long and sure. She was trapped in his arms, her face inches from his, and she could feel the eyes of every businessman still lingering on the steps behind them. He turned his head and called over his shoulder, "I'll be taking my leave now. Let's hang out again when we have the chance."
The men exchanged glances. They all knew about Celeste and Matthias. They knew that Matthias had let her represent Yoda Vision Co. at a government forum – a clear signal that things between them were still intact. And here was Trevor, a man with his own girlfriend, openly carrying another man's woman in front of everyone. It was a slap to Matthias's face, and everyone felt the sting.
But nobody said a word. They just smiled awkwardly and murmured, "Okay. Let's hang out again."
Once they were off the steps, Celeste tried again. "Thanks, Mr. Fleming. I can walk on my—"
"You are indeed skinnier," Trevor interrupted, glancing down at her.
"You can't—"
His driver had already spotted them. The man's eyes widened when he saw Celeste in Trevor's arms. "Mrs. Fleming?" He hurriedly opened the back door.
Celeste's voice turned cold. "My car is right over there."
Trevor signaled for the driver to take the umbrella from her, then gently placed her in the backseat. He closed the door before she could protest, leaning down to look at her through the open window. "You twisted your ankle. Are you sure you can drive?"
"I can always get someone to pick me up," she replied, her tone flat.
But before Trevor could respond, another voice cut through the night air. "Mr. Fleming."
Jorge Robinson stood a few feet away, his expression unreadable. He had seen everything.
Trevor's grin was easy, practiced. "You're still here, Mr. Robinson."
"Is Ms. Rodriguez inside?" Jorge asked, his eyes flicking to the car's reflective windows.
"Yeah. Her ankle is twisted. I'm taking her to the doctor."
"I have some free time. Furthermore, I happen to have something to discuss with Ms. Rodriguez. Mr. Fleming, if it's okay with you, I can take her to the hospital."
Trevor chuckled. "What are the odds? As fate would have it, we also have something to talk about. Maybe next time, Mr. Robinson."
Jorge's jaw tightened. The wind was picking up, and his suit was soaked, but he stood his ground. He knew exactly what Trevor was doing. He knew that Trevor had feelings for Celeste – feelings that had no business being acted upon. But he also knew he had no right to intervene.
Trevor continued, his tone deceptively light, "The wind is very strong here, and your clothes are all wet, Mr. Robinson. You should go back to your car and take a rest."
Jorge nodded stiffly. He cast one last long look at the backseat, as if he could see through the tinted glass and reach Celeste with his eyes. Then he turned and walked away.
Inside the car, Celeste watched through the window. She couldn't hear the conversation, but she saw the look on Jorge's face. She knew why he had come. She knew what he wanted to discuss – Wynn. But that was not her concern. Not anymore.
She pulled out her phone and dialed a number, asking someone to pick her up. Then she checked her ankle. It was swollen, but not too badly. She could walk. She opened the door and stepped out into the rain.
Trevor turned at the sound. She took the umbrella from his hand without a word.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his eyes dropping to her ankle.
It hurt. But she could walk. And she didn't owe him an explanation. She didn't owe him anything.
"Give me a call once the divorce procedures are done," she said, her voice flat and final.
And then she walked past him, her umbrella held steady, her back straight. She didn't look back. She didn't need to.
Trevor watched her go. He saw her limp slightly, saw her refuse to show weakness. He watched until she reached her car, got in, and drove away. Only then did he turn and get into his own vehicle.
A moment later, Jorge's car pulled out of the lot as well.
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The news broke that evening. Reporters had been at the forum, and the footage of Trevor carrying Celeste was all over social media. Celeste went to the hospital to get her ankle checked, then arrived home around eight, just as she was finishing her dinner. She scrolled through the headlines, her face impassive.
Across town, Wynn and Lilian were reading the same news. Their eyebrows furrowed in unison.
Celeste had represented Yoda Vision Co. at a government event. That meant she was still Matthias's right hand. That meant Wynn's resume submission might be fruitless.
But Lilian was calm. She took a delicate sip of soup and said, "No rush. Let's wait and see what happens."
She understood the rhythm of these things. Matthias and Celeste might be together now, but cracks had formed. They would break again. And when they did, Wynn would be there, ready to fill the void.
Wynn herself wasn't bothered by the photo of Celeste and Trevor sitting close. She had confidence in her beauty, in her charm, in the hold she had on Trevor. A public display meant nothing.
Just then, Calvin came downstairs. "Wynn. You're home."
"Yeah," she said, her mind still elsewhere. "How did things go at school?"
Calvin was in the 12th grade, having transferred to Baumond that semester. Trevor's men had handled the paperwork. Everything was going according to plan.
Everything except Celeste.
But that, too, would be dealt with. In time.
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**Reader's Impressions & Star Rating:**
Oh, this chapter was a masterclass in tension and subtle power plays! The way Trevor publicly claimed Celeste – knowing full well the consequences – sent shivers down my spine. And Celeste's cold, unwavering response? Perfect. She's done with games, done with explanations. She's walking her own path now, even if it hurts. Jorge's quiet intervention was a beautiful contrast – he's watching, waiting, but powerless. And Wynn and Lilian's confidence feels like the calm before a storm. Every character is moving pieces on a board, and I can't wait to see who falls first.
⭐ **Rating: 4.7 / 5 Stars**
**Next Chapter Prediction:**
I have a feeling the news of Trevor's public display will reach Matthias. And when it does, all hell will break loose. Matthias is not a man who shares – not his company, not his woman. Celeste may think she's untouchable, but Matthias will remind her that she belongs to him. Meanwhile, Wynn's patience will be tested as Calvin's presence in Baumond draws more attention. Someone is going to make a move… and it's going to be explosive.
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