The Divorce Prescription

The Divorce Prescription Chapter 206

Chapter 206

Adam looked up and saw a slender figure. Celine had come. His thin lips pressed into a line. “What are you doing here? Who let you in?”

Celine stepped into the living room, walking toward him.

“Leo!” Adam called out. “Leo, where’s the person I asked you to arrange? Why isn’t she here yet?“.

No response. No one answered him. Celine also remained silent.

Adam tugged at the collar of his shirt, his expression darkening. “Get out!”

Celine’s long lashes fluttered slightly. “Fine, I’ll leave then.” She turned on her heels and began to walk away

However, before she could take another step, a strong land grabbed her slender arm. His voice was low and filled with restrained anger.

“Celine!

Celine turned back, blinking up at him with a playful glint in her eyes. “What?”

Adam pulled her closer. His body was burning, his skin hot like molten lava. The effects of the seductive scent had been tormenting him for hours, and sheer willpower was the only thing keeping him together. His eyes were red, and his resolve crumbled.

Adam dipped his face into her hair and began to kiss her. His large, heated hand slid beneath the hem of her shirt.

Celine shivered at his touch, her body instinctively recalling

“You’re trembling. Don’t tell me you’ve never been with a man before,” Adam said, his voice mocking

gaze met his. In the depths of his dark, bloodshot eyes, she saw something primal. A rew,

like a man starved. It was like he had stripped

and that she had slept with

her hand to slap him. However, this time, he caught her wrist in midair. He shoved her

down on hers, pinning her in place. “Enough with the slapping. Try it again and see what

the only person who had ever

she demanded, squirming beneath

but immediately began unbuttoning

help you,” she blurted, her hand tumbling at her waist for

the needle out of her hand in an instant. “What do you

the needle. Her long, dark hair cascaded over her delicate arms. Her profile was flawless, and her

at her, his

a man would look at a woman. Every man had his

he couldn’t

used to believe that himself until Celine appeared. He had seen many beautiful women in his life, but

through the silence. With a single movement, he was on top of her

it, she felt the

pulled her back onto the couch, his lips crashing against hers

her protests were lost beneath its overwhelming presence. In the chaos, a

Then,

Alans froze. He stared at her,

this wasn’t her first time He had never thought this was going to be her first time. Celine litt denyta

on the long scar across his felt palun, a scar

glared at him. The hurt in her gaze cut deeper them any wound, hitting Adarns

sorry. I was wrong before,”

was wrong

had never been with other men before. Adam had been her first. What he