Celine's POV
I went downstairs, taking the stairs as I descended, so as not to miss Jace's face.
Jace stood in the living room in his formidable form, watching me as I descended the stairs slowly.
"Um, welcome back, babe. I already made dinner for us. I mean, Tina and Esther did. And I was about to call you to ask where you were," I spoke nervously, my lips trembling.
Jace stood there watching me, not responding to my greetings as I finally alighted from the last step.
"Hmm." He averted his gaze away from me and mumbled, "I am not hungry."
"Why?!" My heart broke as I raised my head and peered at his dark face. His brows furrowed as he looked at me and replied coldly, "I do not need to explain myself to you. I already told you that I didn't marry you to cook for me."
Jace's voice was
