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!”

had no intention of

night before, when she clung to him, her soft lips exploring him. That memory

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

breath, quickly releasing her and sitting up.

sat up

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

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

don’t concern yourself with the type of men

Adam’s face darkened. “You!”

celine smile. “Let me know when you’re ready to finalize the divorce. Until then, you can do whatever you want, and so will

and maybe work on your kissing skills when you have the time. Do you even know how to

that, she tumed and

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