The Divorce Prescription (Celina and Adam) novel Chapter 679

Celine stirred slightly, trying to sit up.

But as soon as she moved, Adam woke up. He reached out and pulled her back into his arms.

"You're awake?" he asked.

Celine stayed quiet and buried her face in his chest.

Adam's eyes were still heavy with sleep, but the usual cold restraint on his features had softened, giving a hint of lazy and seductive charm.

He reached out and gave her cheek a gentle pinch.

"What's wrong? Are you mad? You won't speak to me now?"

Of course, she was mad. Last night had not been consensual. Celine wanted nothing more than to ignore him right then.

Adam smirked and placed a kiss on her forehead. "Even when angry, you're still so cute."

Celine gave his firm chest a brutal twist in retaliation.

Adam flipped over, pinning her beneath him.

"Still not satisfied from last night? Should we go for another round?"

Celine's lashes trembled. After the exhausting ordeal from last night, she couldn't believe he still had the energy for more.

"I said no! It's already morning. We haven't heard anything from Carly yet, and I'm really worried about Bella and Mrs. Alvarez."

Adam was naturally worried, too. He lowered his voice and comforted, "No news might be good news. Carly's probably too overwhelmed to make a move."

Celine nodded. "Let's get out of bed then."

"Okay."

They got out of bed right before Leo came in.

"Mr. Alvarez."

He was there to report in for work.

Celine glanced at Adam, then quietly slipped out of the CEO's office.

Once outside, she received a message from Hailey.

"Celine, I heard that Nigel returned to the country today."

Nigel had been abroad for quite some time, and now he was back.

Eren and Nigel's assistant followed behind him as they walked out together.

Celine walked forward and stood directly in front of him. "Hello, Mr. Hampton. It's been a while."

Nigel stopped in his tracks.

His assistant immediately stepped up. "Miss, please step aside. If you'd like to meet with Mr. Hampton, you'll need to schedule an appointment."

She looked straight at Nigel. "Mr. Hampton, it's me—Celine Tate. Do you remember?"

Nigel raised his hand slightly. "Stand down."

His assistant quickly stepped back behind him.

Nigel looked at Celine. Of course he remembered her.

As he gazed into her clear eyes, they reminded him of who she had been three years ago—sharp, composed, unforgettable.

He smiled faintly. "Hello, Ms. Tate. It's been three years."

Celine raised a brow. "So you do remember me. That's great."