Celine was taken aback by Adam’s unexpected return. Just moments ago, Carly had arrogantly requested hispany over the phone, yet he chose not to
Carly always held a special <b>ce </b>in his heart. In the past, Carly even managed to summon him with a call although Celine was drugged. This was the first time she failed to do so
Given Carly’s temperament, it was certain that she would spiral into despair and chaos tonight.
Adum looked at her. “What were you thinking?
He stood silently behind her, observing as she lowered her head and remained still. The quietness about her left him pondering her thoughts.
At that moment, memories <b>of </b><b>a </b>girl from a cave years ago flooded back to him. She had been just as withdrawn and solitary. This reflection sparked a deep desire within him to cherish and love her. Adam couldn’t understand why he <b>saw </b>the shadow of that girl in Celine.
Celine refused to share. “Nothing.”
fixed
Adam didn’t ask further, his gaze him. “Now my clothes are soaked.”
on his drenched shirt and trousers. Moments ago, as she turned around, the water from her ss sshed onto
She quickly retrieved a tissue to help him clean his clothes. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”
The damp white shirt clung to his physique, subtly revealing his toned and chiseled body. Celine grabbed a tissue to assist him, delicately wiping it down his torso, over the ck belt around his waist, and down to his soaked trousers.
“Celine,” he called out hoarsely.
Celine was focused on cleaning the mess and absent–mindedly answered, “Yes?”
“Did you do this on purpose<b>? </b>
Celine paused, her cheeks burning as she caught right of the unmistakable outline of his trousers. She instinctively stepped back, stammering, “I–I didn’t mean to…”
He nced at her and remarked, “I’m soaked. I’m heading inside to take a shower. Leo’ll drop off my clothester. <b>Could </b>you please help me with that?” After speaking, he turned and entered the bathroom. Not long after, the sound of running water filled the space as he stepped into the shower
Celine’s cheeks flushed bright red. She never intended for things to go that way. Why did he….
Soon, a knock echoed at the door, and Leo entered. “Mrs. Alvarez, I’ve brought Mr. Alvarez’s clothes.”
“Alright.” Celine reached into the bag and pulled out a fresh shirt and a pair of trousers.
The maid had meticulously hand–washed his clothes, infused them with fabric softener, and ironed them to perfection. They appeared sharp and sophisticated.
Celine knocked on the bathroom door, holding the clothes, “Mr. Alvarez, your clothes have arrived.”
The continuous sound of flowing water filled the air as his deep, captivating voice resonated, “Come in Celine could only open the bathroom door <b>and </b>step inside. He was showering behind a frosted ss <b>door </b>that obscured her view. She
in and ce it on the sink. ” and ced the clothes on the <b>sink</b>. “Mr. Alvarez, your clothes are here.”
As she attempted to walk away, he suddenly asked, “Where’s the shower gel?”
e averted her gaze
He was searching for shower gel, and today she had left hers on the sink. She picked it up and walked over to him, saying, ” The frosted ss door swing open. Celine <b>cast </b>her gaze downward and extended the shower gel toward him, but he left it untouched.
“Mr. Alvarez, here you go.” Her hands ached with strain. Her curiosity piqued <b>as </b>she wondered why he hadn’t epted it. Raising her head slightly, <b>a </b>touch of confusion crossed her