The Divorce Prescription

Adam yanked Celine out of the restaurant. Due to his large strides, Celine had no choice but to stumble along behind him.

She frowned. "Adam, let go of me!"

Ignoring her, he opened the door of his luxury car and shoved her into the passenger seat before getting into the driver's side himself. The Rolls-Royce Phantom then sped down the road.

Celine furrowed her brows. "Mr. Alvarez, did you finish your dinner that quickly? Was that beautiful woman in the red dress unable to hold your attention with her graceful dance?"

She hadn't expected him to suddenly show up at the bar. Just moments ago, she had seen him watching that dancer attentively.

His hand, adorned with an expensive wristwatch, rested on the steering wheel. The city's neon lights cast a glow on his refined, handsome face, making him look both dazzling and distinguished.

"You saw me?" he asked.

Celine nodded. "Of course. I saw you surrounded by plenty of admirers. I'm sure another woman has lost her heart to you."

Adam smirked. "And what about you? Weren't you at a bar filled with pretty boy toys? Was it fun? If I had arrived a little later, would you have used my card to get yourself another male escort?"

Celine was caught off guard by his sharp retort.

As she was worried about Hailey, she took out her phone and dialed her number.

However, the phone kept ringing without anyone answering.

What was Hailey doing?

deep, husky voice broke the silence. "Is

Celine nodded. "Probably."

said casually, "Tell

Alvarez. Are you judging Declan through the lens of a privileged elite? He has potential. There's more to him

Hailey—are from completely different worlds. It's unlikely they'll have a future together. If you already

frightening logical rationality, and truthfully, Celine agreed with his reasoning. Declan was like a wild horse that would gallop off into his own

gaze and replied, "That may be true, but emotions aren't dictated by

too, had known from the start that she and Adam wouldn't have a future together. And yet, she still

didn't say anything

later, the Rolls-Royce

raining cats

them dashed through the rain toward the

the umbrellas in

two

against the security lock.

home. I'll head in

inside and tried

"ne

before she could do so, Adam's tall, imposing figure blocked the entrance. He suddenly lifted his

was startled. "Mr. Alvarez, what are you