Chapter 130 Is There Any Point in Apologizing to the Dead?

"Hey, Mr. Ford, you're still up?" Celeste said as she walked over, keeping her distance while she watched him. Her instincts, sharpened by years of facing life-or-death situations, were suddenly alert—something was off with Nathaniel. Ever since they got married two months ago, he rarely looked at her with such a cold, detached gaze—as if she were a stranger. "I was waiting for you," Nathaniel stood up, his tall figure looming, making the air around him feel oppressive. Celeste's face was soft, and her eyes sparkled as she spoke gently, keeping her distance, "Mr. Ford, you seem a bit upset. I'm sorry if my being late bothered you. I was just having a blast with Sophia and lost track of time." "Can you forgive me?" "Yeah, if it's just about forgetting to come home, of course, I can forgive that," Nathaniel said, his handsome face barely hiding a smile as he moved closer to her. But Celeste didn't run into his arms for a cuddle like usual. Instead, she reached behind her back. He