The Divorce Prescription

Chapter 1 8

Lucy’s face turned pale. “Hone!”

She quickly grabbed Samson’s arm in desperation. “Mr. Stone, what’s going on? Didn’t we agree that if I delivered Celine to your bed, you’d help me arrange a meeting with Dr.

This ”

Her voice abruptly stopped as her eyes caught sight of a slender, elegant figure standing near the doorway. Celine had arrived.

No one new when she had come, but now she stood there silently as her clear, luminous eyes calmly watched Lacy’s penic and disarray.

Lucy froze, her body stiffening. Meanwhile, Samson quickly scurried to Celine’s side, bowing and scraping with a fawning smile. “Ms. Tate!”

Celine pulled out a pen from her pocket, then casually tossed it into the nearby pool. “Mr. Stone, I’ve dropped my pen.

I’ll get it for

as she watched the scene unfold Samson surfaced from the pool, soaking wet but triumphantly holding up the pen like a prized treasure. He grinned

though she were some kind of monster. Celine smirked, “What’s wrong? Don’t recognize

what she was seeing. She couldn’t figure out what Celine had

why you treated me this way. What more do you want? You took over my father’s house, stole his

small warning. Let me reintroduce myself–I’m not the same Celine you knew back then. Next

in shock, unable to respond. Celine’s clear eyes had tumedley and impenetrable,

for a reply,

sped up the driveway. Adam had come over to take Carly

presence as dignified as ever. Beside him Carly was in a striking red gown, looking radiant and delicate.

watching them approach. She thought she hid healed, but the memory of last night, when Adam abandoned her and suggested finding another man for her,

voice called out from behind her “carly didn’t come home last night. Mr Alvarez brought her in Westwood Villa, and

and Carly

was a place she had never set foot in. A place she wasn’t worthy to enter. She could feel her heart aching from