Chapter 148 Pray

"Honey!" Nathaniel's eyes, clouded with worry for so long, suddenly lit up with a spark of relief. Without hesitation, he leaned down, wrapping her in his arms, though still careful and gentle, as if she were made of glass. Even through the blanket, his touch was cautious—he didn't dare hold her too tightly, afraid that, in his excitement, he might hurt her. His voice trembled with emotion. "Thank God… you're awake. I'll call the doctor." "Mr. Ford…" Celeste tried to speak, but her throat was so dry that she could barely form a word. She had almost forgotten the distance that had grown between them—the wedge that had driven them apart. But now, the tenderness in Nathaniel's gaze was overwhelming, as if the love he felt for her had never wavered. His large, steady hand clasped hers, and it was clear he had no intention of letting go. Celeste felt a strange mix of surprise and confusion. She opened her mouth to say something, but two doctors entered the room before the words coul