The Divorce Prescription

Chapter 32

As Celine anticipated, her words struck a nerve.

Adam let out a cold laugh and said, “Ah, too bad I should we recorded our kiss to show Nathan. Then he’d know exactly who he’s picking up after!”

Incensed by his words, Celine stood on her tiptoes and bit down hard on the corner of Adam’s lips.

“Ahh!” Adam hissed, the sharp pain accompanied by the metallic taste of blood spreading in his mouth.

He grabbed her face roughly, pinching her cheeks to force her lips into an “o” shape, his gaze was menacing

“Are you a puppy or something? Why do you like biting so much?”

Celine held his glace without flinching

“Why don’t you start thinking about how to explain that injury to Carly tomorrow? Nathan might be picking up after you, but Carly’s no different–she’s stuck with a used man I no longer need!”

Adam seethed, rendered momentarily speechless.

Used man? Did she just say he was used? Damn you, Celine!

our separate lives,

“Why?” Celine demanded.

Nathan was his best friend, and just the

kept that reason to

would fall for you? Don’t be ridiculous. You’re just a country bumpkin

your hips on the dance floor. Nathan has high standards. To him, you’d be nothing more than a novelty–something he’d tire of

at him silently, absorbing the fact that in his eyes, she was utterly

help but wonder if all men were the same–willing to let anyone else

anger simmering inside her, she smiled and asked, “So, did I shake my hips beautifully in the

momentarily stunned, unsure if

shake my hips for him every single day. And I’ll come up

Tor him

her heel and strode upstairs,

a better way to blow off

their bedroom, Adam

hold. In the meantime, you’ll come back here every night and

tone was far from pleasant,

can do that. But I wonder