The Divorce Prescription (Celina and Adam) novel Chapter 662

Adam reached out, his hand gently resting on Celine's shoulder. "I understand, Celine—"

"You don't understand at all, Adam!" she snapped. "I don't think you're really trying to help me!"

Adam's expression darkened. "Celine, why are you doubting me? Is it because Bella isn't my daughter? You're misjudging me. I would never abandon her—I care about Bella just as much."

Celine quickly realized that her panic was clouding her judgment. With Bella missing, fear and anxiety consumed her—after all, she was her mother.

But how could she question Adam when his own mother had also been taken?

There was nothing they could do but wait, no matter how agonizing it felt.

"Mr. Alvarez, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking clearly."

"It's alright," Adam said.

His gaze lifted, and he spotted a familiar figure approaching—Perry had arrived.

Without missing a beat, Adam turned to Celine. "Celine, this is Kinthorne. Right now, I'm the only one who can help you. I'll bring Bella and my mother back. But for now, you need to come with me."

"Go with you? Where?" Celine asked.

"To my villa," Adam replied firmly.

Celine shuddered. "I don't want to go."

"Why not? Are you afraid I'll devour you or something?"

"Of course not, Mr. Alvarez. With your status, you're surrounded by beautiful women. Your fiancée is the daughter of the world's wealthiest man, while I'm already a mother. There's no way someone like you would be interested in me."

Celine didn't want to go to Adam's villa. They were both adults, and there were lines that shouldn't be crossed.

Adam saw right through her hesitation—she didn't want to get involved with him. "Fine. We'll go to my office instead."

His office?

Just then, Adam's voice cut through the silence from behind her. "Would you like something to drink?"

Startled, Celine quickly withdrew her hand and turned to respond. "I—"

But in that instant, she collided with his chest.

She hadn't realized Adam was standing so close—right behind her. His warmth enveloped her at once, and his scent lingered in the air.

"I'm sorry," Celine mumbled, taking an instinctive step back—only to catch her heel on something. Her balance wavered.

"Ah—!" she gasped, stumbling backward.

In an instant, Adam's strong arm encircled her waist, pulling her forward.

Once again, she found herself caught and pressed against the warmth of his chest.

Celine looked up, her gaze meeting Adam's, their faces inches apart.