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

his. In the depths of his dark, bloodshot eyes,

It was like he had stripped away every pretense and

private lite was a mess and that she had slept with a lot of men? Was

slap him. However, this time, he caught her wrist in

“Enough with the slapping. Try it again and see

who had ever dared to slap

me go!” she demanded,

but

you,” she blurted, her hand tumbling at her waist for the silver needle she always carried. She was aiming

needle out of her hand in an instant. “What do you think you’re doing?” The needle dropped

watched her pick up the needle. Her long, dark hair cascaded over her delicate arms.

gazed at her,

man would look at a woman. Every man had his preferences, but

he couldn’t

as red roses. He used to believe that himself until Celine appeared.

his belt from his waist in one swift motion, the sharp sound slicing through the silence. With a single movement, he was on top of her again, his arms encircling her. He pressed

closed around it, she felt the fabric of her shirt

her back onto the couch, his lips crashing against hers

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

Then,

at her, his expression one

Celine litt denyta hardfan his shoulder, her teeth sinking

across his felt palun, a scar he had earned while

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

was wrong before,” Adam

was wrong

before. Adam had been her