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!”

of listening. She only struggled harder beneath

to him, her soft lips exploring

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change immediately. She froze, her wide eyes staring at him in shock“Are

his breath, quickly releasing her and sitting up.

up as well.

a sharp look “Celine, in’t all this anger just because I spent last night with Carly and not with you? What

His words were a slap in the face, humiliating her deeply. So the feeling she thought

retorted, “If that’s the case, then don’t concern

Adam’s face darkened. “You!”

you’re ready to finalize the divorce.

drifted to Adam’s thin lips. “Oh, and maybe work on your kissing skills when you have the time. Do you even know how

tumed and walked out, leaving

with heavy breaths. A storm of unexplainable anger and gloom engulfed him, casting a shadow over