The Divorce Prescription

Chapter 79

When the word

worn slipped from his lips, Adam felt a surge of relief that no one else had witnessed the moment. He had a reputation to maintain, after all. He’d never done

anything so absurd in his life!

Thankfully, his soothing words seemed to calm Celine. She nestled into his embrace. She clutched tightly around his waist and drifted back to sleep

Adam couldn’t help but feel she was truly clingy. Lowering his gaze, he noticed she wasn’t crying anymore. But her long lashes still glistened with moisture, which was truly endearing

Hechuckled softly. “I’m not your mom–I’m your dad. Come on, Celine, call me Dad”

But Celine was sleeping soundly and offered no response. Adam wrapped his arm around her shoulder and fell asleep.

The next day, Celine opened her eyes.

Outside, the morning light was brilliant, and the warm sunlight had already filled the room. It was the early morning of the second day.

Celine wanted to get up. But upon moving, she sensed something was amiss. A strong and warm arm was holding her delicate shoulders, and she was sleeping in someone else’s

She paused for a second before looking up and finding Adam’s handsome face next to her.

Adam hadn’t slept on the couch last night. Instead, he had slept in the bed. She was sleeping in his arms.

What was going on? Why was he sleeping here?

Adam was still asleep She relaxed her body slowly.

Larry, Adam’s scent was clean, warm, and luxurious. He smelled so good that it would make any woman

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face before slowly raising her small hand. Her delicate fingers gently and tentatively

against a layer of tiny stubble. The roughness pricked her fingers, a sharp, tingling

his eyes slowly opening. He was

quickly pulled her hand back, like a child caught doing

and sat up. She

sleep. He looked at her with amusement. “Celine, don’t you remember what happened

taking

happened last night?” Celine

me and even called me “Uncle.“” Adam replied with a teasing

What?

in shock as she

threw it at his face, trying to shut

it. He then reached out, grabbed her slender wrist, and yanked her toward

eyebrow, his mature charmevident as he smirked.

red. What kind of twisted humor was this?

him an angry glare, pashed him away, and

a strong pull yanked her back toward him. Her hair had gotten caught on the

my hair!” she cried

quickly tried to

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things worse. The more she struggled, the

switched her position, pulling at her hair with

low, slightly hoarse

He was calling bername