Chapter 591 A Dark Intuition

Jolted from a nightmare in the dead of night, Celia sat up abruptly, her heart pounding as she gasped for breath. Panic gripped her for a split second—until her gaze landed on Jeremy, nestled peacefully in her arms. A deep exhale escaped her lips as she leaned down to press a soft kiss to his forehead, then carefully slipped out of bed and wandered onto the balcony, the cool night air brushing against her skin. Reaching for her phone, she tapped out a message to Hugo. With the time difference, it was already mid-morning on his side—about ten o'clock. 'What are you up to?' she asked. 'Still not asleep? Don't tell me you're lying awake thinking about me.' His response came almost instantly, laced with both concern and playful teasing. A small smile tugged at her lips. The unease from her nightmare faded, replaced by the warmth of his familiar presence, even if only through words on a screen.