Celine's POV
I swiftly stood up from the bar stool where I sat, glancing around the living room, then made my way to the dining table to join Jace.
"Good morning, babe," I greeted him with a warm smile, moving closer to meet him, and I held him and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek.
Jace stiffened in my embrace when I pulled him closer and pecked his left cheek.
I assumed he was still angry, but I wasn't ready to admit yet that I am not Clara.
"Morning, how was your night?" Jace asked, settling on the first dining chair, and I sat next to him and told him, "Not cool. You didn't join me on the bed last night."
I peered at his handsome dark face, and he sighed.
"I had a slight headache, and I didn't want to trouble you last night as I went out to drink and came home and ate too much.
