He's the restless type, unable to sit still even at home.
Hearing about a task, Celeste Sterling's eyes lit up noticeably.
Caleb Sterling cast a nonchalant glance at him and said, enunciating clearly, "Chase after Summer!"
Celeste was taken aback, his expression slightly stiffened, "What?"
"Chase after Summer!" Caleb's lips curled up leisurely, repeating himself.
Celeste looked at him, unfazed, but his expression darkened.
Since when did even such matters get interfered with?
"Do it well, make it as sweet as possible!" With a light pat on his shoulder, Caleb left with a mysterious smile, turning away.
Celeste stood stiffly on the spot, not understanding what he meant.
Since when did even he become so difficult to understand?
With a doubtful frown, he turned back to Summer Ford, "Come on, let's continue."
His arms were still around her, their bodies pressed closely together.
Summer's hand was held by him, and the two standing together looked like a couple.
