Chapter 114

　　Celeste felt like she had just fallen asleep not long ago, her mind still in the realm of dreams. It was probably early morning, just after the sun had risen. Even with her eyes closed, she could sense the playful dance of light and shadows outside the window. She couldn't recall if she or Jeremy had bothered to pull the curtains shut before diving into slumber, but one thing was certain. It was still way too early.

　　In the midst of this groggy confusion, Celeste couldn't shake off the peculiar sensation of something on her skin, like a weighty gaze fixated on her. She desperately tried to drift back into the dream world, but it was no use. This gaze had an intensity that refused to be ignored. Strangely enough, it felt both familiar and intriguingly unfamiliar, a blend of comfort and intrigue.

　　After a moment of struggling, her fluttering eyelashes triumphed, and she blinked her way back to consciousness. And there, right before her, were a pair of eyes fixed upon her