The Divorce Prescription

Celine froze. She looked up at Adam. "What did you say? Whose child did you say this was?"

Adam sneered. "Do I really need to tell you whose child it is? You should know better than anyone! The child is Perry's!"

Celine's slender frame trembled. She didn't want Adam to know about the child's existence, but now that he did, she couldn't let him misunderstand the child's parentage.

"Adam, listen to me carefully. This child is not Perry's. It's yours!"

Celine said the child was his.

Adam was momentarily stunned before he slowly chuckled.

"Adam, what are you laughing at? I'm not joking. This child is really yours. I—"

"Enough, Celine!" He cut her off, reaching out to pinch her delicate chin. "Celine, you're carrying Perry's child and still have the audacity to tell me it's mine? What do you take me for? Some gullible fool? Or are you just pitying me?"

"I..."

"Celine, listen up. I don't give a damn about the child in your belly. I don't care whose it is!"

Celine's heart turned cold in an instant. The words she had been about to say got stuck in her throat. After what he just said, what was the point of explaining further? He didn't care about this child at all.

She raised her hand and pressed it against his chest. "If that's the case, then let go of me, Mr. Alvarez. You can leave now."

In fact, back at the cemetery, he already couldn't take it when she

is Perry really that

you ask a thousand times, ten thousand times,

actually admitted that Perry was more important

the inside of

that he's

"What do you mean?"

smirked. "Maybe you could beg me

beg you, will you

the

looked at him. "Fine. I beg

I've never seen anyone beg

half-assed. Do I need to

woman

be pretty

contracted slightly. She raised her hand and shoved him hard.

keep dreaming. I will never beg you

He reached out and

patted her

pure and virtuous woman? Weren't you the one demanding condoms when you slept with me? But when you slept with Perry, he didn't have to use

patience to argue with him anymore. "Mr. Alvarez, get out