The Divorce Prescription (Celina and Adam) novel Chapter 673

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.

"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?"

"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.