The Divorce Prescription (Celina and Adam) novel Chapter 481

Adam stared at Carly and shook his head. "Impossible! The baby isn't Perry's! The baby is mine!"

Carly's hands clenched into fists at her sides, her teeth grinding so hard it felt like they might crack. Why was Adam reacting so strongly when she said the baby belonged to Perry? Why was he so sure it was his?

She narrowed her eyes. "Adam, why are you reacting like this? I remember you never even liked kids. Are you hoping that Celine's baby is yours? Do you actually want Celine to have this baby?"

A dangerous red tint crept into Adam's sharp eyes. He didn't know why, but he felt in his gut that Celine's baby was his. He wanted the baby to be his.

Carly reached into her bag and pulled something out. "Adam, this is Celine's pregnancy report. The timeline is right here. She's exactly two weeks and three days along. Do the math. Does the baby match up with you?"

Adam dropped his gaze to the document in her hand before slowly reaching for it. His eyes landed on the name printed at the top—Celine Tate.

It was Celine's pregnancy report.

Right there, in black and white, was the confirmed gestation period. It was two weeks and three days.

Two weeks meant that it was obvious that the child wasn't his. It had already been a month since he last slept with Celine. The time before that was two months ago.

For the past month, Celine had been with Perry.

The answer was clear. This child belonged to Perry. Celine was carrying Perry's baby.

No wonder she had tried to lie when he took her to Alpite Pharma for a checkup that day. The baby was never his, to begin with. He had only been fooling himself.

A cold, sharp laugh echoed in Adam's chest as he suddenly ripped the pregnancy report into shreds.

With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the torn pieces into the air, watching them scatter like tiny claws tearing at his last thread of control.

He put his hands on his hips, his broad chest heaving, his entire body radiating dangerous fury.

At that moment, Carly wrapped her arms around him. "Adam, Perry is Celine's boyfriend now. It's completely normal for her to be pregnant with his child. No wonder she was so furious when we went after Perry. That's her baby's father."

Celine was still at her Jupiter Heights apartment. Her assistant had just dropped off herbs before leaving.

Celine brewed a special tonic for pregnancy care and forced it down.

The stress she had been under lately had made her pregnancy unstable.

Just then, her doorbell rang. She wondered who it could be.

She walked over and opened the door, only to find Adam standing there, tall and imposing, his sharp features framed by the dim hallway light.

She didn't want to see him or say a single word to him. So, she reached out to slam the door shut without hesitation.

But before the door could close, Adam lifted a hand and braced it against the doorframe. "Let me in."

Celine's voice was ice-cold as she said, "Mr. Alvarez, this is my home. You're not welcome here."