Celia shook her head, wanting to decline. "Mr. Dawson, I think it's still best for me to leave. It's not appropriate for me to spend the night here."

Adam's smile quickly faded, his tone turning indifferent. "Celia, you mustn't think I brought you here just to talk about the past?"

"Tonight, you are to stay here," Adam declared, tapping his cane on the ground. "Your young people tend rush your decisions, so I'm giving you another chance to reconsider."

Celia felt helpless ...