The Divorce Prescription

Chapter 22

At this moment, Celine lay beneath Adam. Her long, jet–black hair spilled like a waterfall across the bright red sheets of their marital bed, which had been personally arranged by Adam’s grandmother. The crimson fabric highlighted her fair, luminous skin, creating a sensual scene.

He began imagining if she were lying Wire this under another man, she’d…

Adam clenched his fist tightly. He wanted to explain that he had sent an antidote to her last night, not a man. But the words were stuck in his throat.

Celine looked up at him and said coldly. “Get off.”

However, Adam didn’t budge.

Celine began to struggle. The thought of him bringing Carly to Westwood Villa last night made her recoll at any physical contact with him. “Adam, get off me! You were already with Carly last night! Gosh, did you even clean yourself after?”

Adam didn’t answer. His hands pinned both of hers to the bed, and his voice dropped to a stern warning “celine, stop moving!”

course, Celine had no intention of listening. She only struggled harder

night before, when she clung to him, her

וד

noticed the change immediately. She froze, her wide eyes staring at him in

his breath, quickly releasing her

sat up as well.

spent last night with Carly and not with you? What

went pale. His words were a slap in the face, humiliating her deeply. So the feeling she thought she noticed earlier was just her own delusion. There

don’t

Adam’s face darkened. “You!”

divorce. Until then, you can do whatever you want, and so will

maybe work on your kissing skills when you have the time. Do you

and walked out, leaving him

the bed, his broad chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. A storm of unexplainable anger and gloom engulfed him, casting a shadow