The Divorce Prescription

Celine paused mid-step, then decided she wasn't leaving.

Adam was too clever. He knew exactly where her weakness lay and how to press

the one button that would make her cave.

He said with a serious expression, "I believe it was Carly. But if she calls tonight

and I can't find you, it might delay the rescue of Bella and my mom, right?"

Celine pondered for a moment and realized he made a good point. Right now, the

most important thing was ensuring Bella and Grace's safety.

Still, she hesitated. "But Mr. Alvarez, if we both sleep in your lounge... that would

look bad. If your fiancée finds out, she'll get the wrong idea."

Fiancée?

Adam's gaze darkened at the mention of that word. Carly had dared lay a hand on

Bella and his mother. There was no way he would let her off easily for that.

He stepped forward, his tall frame closing the distance between them.noveldrama

"Celine, do you... want to do something with me tonight?"

His body cast a shadow over Celine as she stared at him in disbelief, her lashes

trembling.

"Do something with you? Mr. Alvarez, what are you saying? You seem to have

some difficulties differentiating fact from fiction. Perhaps you should get yourself

checked out at the hospital."

Her sharp tongue was still as biting as ever. Regardless, it brought a smile to

Adam's lips.

"Since you don't plan on doing anything, then nothing will happen tonight. Even if

someone hears about it—what could they possibly say?"

Celine was flabbergasted.

Adam continued, "Relax. You take the bed, and I'll sleep on the couch. It's

perfectly safe."

Since he put it that way, there was no reason for her to refuse the offer.

She nodded. "Fine."

Adam led her into his personal lounge.

The room was spacious and decorated in cool tones—his usual style. Celine

glanced around and noticed there wasn't a single woman's item in sight.

There was only a full set of men's toiletries.

She turned to him. "Mr. Alvarez, you don't keep any women's items here, do you?"

Adam replied calmly, "No. I've been single for the past three years. Whether it's

here or the villa, there's nothing for women."

In other words, he'd been living a celibate life free from lust.

Celine was a little surprised. With his looks and status, temptation was

everywhere—yet he had stayed single for three whole years?

Adam pulled out his phone and called Leo. "Send over a set of women's

toiletries."

He ended the call and looked back at her. "Go take a shower. I'll pass it to you

when it arrives."

Celine nodded. "Okay."

She was still wearing Adam's black

overcoat. She unfastened the

buttons and slipped it off, revealing

the black spaghetti-strap dress

underneath.

Because her back was to Adam, he got a full view of her exquisite, bare back.

Her skin was fair and smooth,

curving gently down between her

shoulder blades. The lines dipped

into a delicate arch and continued

into her hips.

Her figure was even more graceful and alluring than three years ago.

Adam's gaze remained transfixed on her for a long time.

As Celine walked toward the shower, her foot caught on something, and she

stumbled.

"Watch out!"

Adam reacted instantly, catching her in his arms.

She fell straight into him.

His arm instinctively wrapped around her waist, his hand pressing against her

warm, smooth skin.

His throat bobbed with a heavy swallow.

Celine was still a little shaken. "Sorry, Mr. Alvarez... I slipped. Thanks for catching

me."

She tried to stand up.

However, Adam carried her and took

a few steps back, pulling her with

him. Eventually, Celine's waist

bumped into the edge of the vanity,

and suddenly, she was trapped

between it and Adam's body.

Her lashes trembled. "Mr. Alvarez, what are you doing? Let me go!"

She placed both hands on his firm chest, trying to push him away.