Chapter 237

The moment Celestia Brooks spoke, something intangible filled the room—an awkward tension that seemed to cling to the air around her. Her eyes, tangled with hesitation, drifted over to the couch where Jareth Carrington lay, eyes open like he hadn’t heard a thing, his face annoyingly calm. Thinking maybe he’d missed what she said, she cleared her throat and, sounding a little stiff, repeated herself. "I said you can come sleep here. I’ll make room," she mumbled, eyes flicking away from his face like even looking at him was hard work. This time she wasn’t beating around the bush—she’d straight-up said it. But Jareth just lay there, still pretending the sofa was the best bed in the world. Celestia frowned, her brows knitting tight. She looked unimpressed. "Not interested?" There was an edge of annoyance in her voice now. "Fine, forget it—" Before she could finish, Jareth suddenly shot up from the sofa like someone hit fast-forward. In a blink, he was right next to her, the mattress dippin