While we were having dinner, she went to the restroom and her phone was left on the table. As soon as she left, the phone buzzed. I picked it up casually and it was a message from Jericho.
I had never looked through Celine's phone before, but over time, she had let her guard down and never set a password.
I scrolled through their conversation with trembling hands: [Celine, are you coming tonight?]
[Didn't I tell you not to contact me for the next few days?]
[I miss you. Do you want to see my chest muscles?]
Jericho had sent a provocative selfie showing off his toned chest. In the photo, his sunny, handsome face was teasing, licking his lips and his eyes carried an enticing, almost predatory look.
Celine, apparently moved by the photo, had replied: [You're my naughty troublemaker. I miss you too. Tonight, I'll show you the brightest fireworks in the city.]
[Thank you, Celine! I have a little gift for you too!]
The next photo showed a set of seductive lingerie on a bed, next to a condom.
I marked the message as unread. When I put the phone down, Celine had just returned.
Seeing my actions, she hurriedly shoved her phone into her pocket, "Did you look at my phone?"