Abind date?
Adam’s demeanor instantly turned key. He reached up and loosened the buttons on his shirt.
There were a couple of dings as Robin’s WhatsApp messages came flooding in. They were apanied by audio clips that automatically yed, echoing clearly in the room.
<b>“</b>Celine, check this guy out right–pack abs, and a gym enthusiast. Do you like him? You could rest your head on his abs and fall asleep.
<b>“</b><b>And </b>this one! He looks shy and obedient, like a little puppy type. He looks like a lot of fun!
“What about this one? A corporate elite with gold–rimmed sses<b>, </b><b>looking </b>so cold and aloof, should we have him kneel and serenade you?
“Celine, all of these men are <b>part </b>of your harem. Take your pick!”
Adam’s lips pressed into a grim line. He genuinely hadn’t known Celine <b>had </b><b>a </b>so–called “harem of handsome men“.
At that moment, Celine picked up her phone and replied with a voice message, “Alright, I’ll be there soon.”
When she turned, she saw Adam standing behind her.
She held out the piece of paper in her hand. “Mr. Alvarez, this is Grandma’s medicinal soup recipe. Boll <b>it </b>over high heat every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday for an hour. <b>Make </b>sure she drinks it while it’s still war!
Adam nced at the paper. So this was what she had been writing earlier? It was a detailed recipe with her neat, delicate handwriting listing various medicinal ingredients.
He <b>looked </b>at her. “You know medicine?”
Celine responded nonchntly<b>, </b><b>“</b><b>A </b>little. I studied it.”
Adam didn’t take the paper. “For safety’s sake, I’ll have a doctor review the recipe.”
Celine wasn’t surprised. She knew Adam had never thought mech of her, merely viewing her as a simple girl from the countryside.
She could understand. After all, Adam was a man bom into privilege<b>, </b>a golden boy of high society.
Without another word, she ced the recipe on the table, picked up her <b>bag</b>, and said, “I won’te to Alvarez Residence anymore. You can find a time to tell Grandma about our divorce.”
With that, she named and walled toward the door.
But Adam grabbed her slender wrist, stopping her in her tracks. Where are you going thiste?”
Celine paused, trying to pull her wrist free. “Mr. Alvarez, let go.”
Adam stared at her cool, detached face. It was so different fromst night<b>. </b>Last night, she had been <b>a </b>temptress, clinging tightly to him with her captivating eyes, kissing him like a
She had been the one teasing him, and now she was pulling away without a second thought.
Adam sneered. “Who are you going to meet thiste? The guy with eight–pack abs, the puppy type, or the loot one? Celine, I didn’t realize you were so bold. Be careful you <b>don’t </b>end up with something dirty
With her wrist still in his grip, Celine swung her free <b>hand </b>and pped him hard across the face. Adam’s head turned from the force of the p, his sharp features momentarily thrown into shadow Published by N?v''elD/rama.Org.
She had hit him with so much strength her palm stung
Adam’s eyes shed with a dangerous red hue as he pushed her backward. Her knees hit the edge of the bed, and she fell onto the soft mattress,
In the next second, the room darkened as Adam’s tall figure loomed over her. He <b>pinned </b>her down, ring at her from above.
“Celine, are <b>you </b>addicted to pping me?” he asked.
This was the second time she had hit him.
Even Carly wouldn’t dare to <b>do </b>so. If <b>he </b>so much as frowned at Carly, she would rush <b>over </b>to appease him.
Who did this woman think he was? Did she really believe she could strike him whenever she pleased?
Celine’s icy gaze met his “So you do now ying around with multiple partners can lead to STDs. Were you conveniently forgetting that when you offered to find me one–or several–penst night?<b>” </b>
<b>Adam </b>froze, momentarily stunned