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

dark,

her like a man starved. It was like he had stripped

think Celine’s private lite was a mess and that she had slept with

and raised her hand to slap him. However, this time,

pinning her in place. “Enough with the

person who had ever

me go!” she demanded, squirming

but immediately began unbuttoning

her waist for the silver needle she always

guard. He swatted the needle out of her hand in an instant. “What

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

gazed at her, his

look at a woman. Every man had his preferences, but before meeting Celine, h

he couldn’t

He used to believe that himself until

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

around it, she felt the fabric of her shirt being pushed up, Celine froze.

He pulled her back onto the couch, his lips crashing

struggled against him, but her protests were lost beneath its overwhelming presence. In the chaos, a vase toppled to the floor, scattering

Then,

froze. He stared at her, his

Celine litt denyta

Celine’s gaze landed on the long scar across his felt palun,

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

sorry. I was wrong before,”

wrong before. Very

before. Adam had been her first. What he said before