Chapter 34 Celeste, Do You Hate Me?

Celeste suddenly stopped struggling. She couldn't figure out why Nathaniel seemed so vulnerable today. He had met with the boss and apparently closed a deal, so why did he look so lost? What was his deal?! Annoyed, Celeste pushed him away. "Honey, you?" As she pushed him, she caught Nathaniel's puzzled look. Clearly, he couldn't understand why she'd reject a simple hug. Was she really that mad just because he hadn't spent the day with her? Celeste felt a bit silly; she knew her reaction was an overreaction. She avoided his gaze, looking down. Knowing Nathaniel's nature — always careful and a bit paranoid — she realized that if she couldn't keep her emotions in check, he might start getting suspicious. Biting her lip and scrunching her nose, she said, "Mr. Ford, you stink." Uh. Taken aback, Nathaniel sniffed himself, his eyebrows knitting together. He couldn't smell anything off, just a bit of smoke. She usually didn't mind it. "I can't stand the smell of booze and cigare