The Divorce Prescription

Chapter 181

Dressed in a black silk pajama set, Adam stood on the balcony with a cigarette resting between his slender fingers.

The swirling smoke obscured his expression, but his tightly furrowed brows hinted at his inner turmoil. He was smoking fast, the ashes falling in angry clumps, carrying specks of crimson sparks to the ground

He thought he was losing his mind.

There was actually nothing wrong with the Terrestrial Suite. He had instructed the resort villa manager to make up that excuse because he simply didn’t want

Celine and Nathan to be alone in one room.

The thought of her ordering those things filled his mind with images of what she and Nathan might be doing together. His emotions spiraled out of control, no matter how hard he tried to suppress them.

In the dead of night, Adam suddenly became aware of the dark and forbidden thoughts he harbored toward Celine. He couldn’t let her go. He couldn’t stand the

thought of her being with another man

He didn’t love her, but he was addicted to the pleasure she gave him. It was just a game to him. And the key problem was that he hadn’t had his fill yet. How could he possibly give her up to someone else before that?

him from behind and asked,

was Carly. She seldom

say a word. Just then, the bathroom door clicked open, and Celine

and asked,

nodded lightly

hugging Adam from behind. A cigarette was still

unusually intimate

harshly humiliating her earlier, he was back to being

averted her gaze and

table, picked up the hairdryer, and began drying her damp, long

walked over and said, “Celine, let me help

dressed in a white nightgown with

small and fair as porcelain, radiated a soft, sweet charm.

fingers thread through Celine’s pure black

fingertip as the ember of his cigarette bumed him. His

curling slightly, he coldly asked, “Celine, don’t you have