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

the night before, when she clung to him, her soft lips exploring

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She froze, her wide eyes staring at him in

his breath, quickly releasing her and

up as

this anger just because I spent last night with Carly and not with you? What are you thinking? Did

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 was no way he would

case, then don’t concern yourself with the type of men choose to spend

Adam’s face darkened. “You!”

his anger only made celine smile. “Let me know when you’re ready to finalize the divorce. Until then, you can do whatever you want, and so will 1.

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

tumed and walked

the bed, his broad chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. A storm of