The Divorce Prescription

The Divorce Prescription Chapter 139

adam reached out and i

I opened the wardrobe door, and there she was

Celine was curled up in the comer of the wardrobe, her small body buddied tightly, her long, silky black hair cascading around be

When the door wring open, her sleepy, dee–like eyes still hary from post waking up–napped up to meet his, startled, like a frightened fawn caught in the

ut moment, she looked so pititul, se vulnerable. She was like a sectet mistress someone might keep hidden away, forced in flee the bed and hide in a closet ven the wite barċevin munnowncod.

Adam frowned “Why are you hiding in the wardrobe?

celine blinked, bet thoughts still scattered from sleep. She had woken suddenly

she had been sleeping on his bed in the lounge

of Carly’s voter outside. As her surroundings registered, she realized

She couldn’t even remember how she got there. The last thing she remembered was dozing off at the desk.

stemmed in, clearly on the warpathi, celine had panicked and

sp at Adam now, she

saw Carly coming in, I hid on my own. Mr. Alvarez, wasn’t I good this time?” Adam’s expression didn’t change, but his thoughts flickered darkly. “Good? When it matters, you’re never good,” he

in the confined space for so long that her legs had gone completely numb The minment she

speed, his long, strong fingers closing around her slender am. He steadied her effortlessly before she could hit the ground, Celine bent one knee slightly, wincing as she tried to shake the pins and needles out of her leg. “Thank you, Mr. Alvarez,” she

a lock of hair behind her show–white ear, the delicate curve

thin line before he finally spoke, his voice low and measured. “Next time something like this happens, if the man hasn’t told you to

lashes fluttered slightly at his

hide? She was the

wardrobe, feeling

afraid Carly would

let out a low, sarcastic laugh. “You think you

senseless was still vivid in his mind. The idea that she couldn’t

to meet las: “I can beat Carly, but I’m afraid you’ll take

Trope, her words

Carly. She was afraid of

his handsome face. After a beat of silence, she asked seriously, “I one day carly

as good as an awer

he’d given so much power and confidence that she could