Adam panted brivily, his weight pressing down entirely on celine.
Dammit His body seemed to remember ber
He hadn’t even touched Carly. Most men would crave a butle romance or passion at his age, but he’d always been indifferent to such things. It never felt like neting he was missing.
he met Celine. Especially that stormy night when she helped him. That night, she let him taste something he’d never experienced before. time he came into contact with her, that feeling resufaced, stirring him in ways he couldn’t control.
loosed on betalender neck, and celine sucked in big gulps of fresh air.
washer. She pressed her hands against his strong, chiseled chest, trying to shove him off. “Adam, let go of mel
Adam’s sharpieves glinted, catching a faint, erre tinge of red.
Bracing his hands against the floor–to–ceiling window behind her, he lowered his intense gaze onto her. “Still gonna say you didn’t drink bubble tea?” He could already taste the sweet tevor lingering in her mouth.
Celine instantly damped a hand over her lips.
“nubble teas are all artificial sweeteners. They’re bad for you
wadays, bubble teas are handmade. It’s not as cheap or unhealthy as you think. Drinking one tonight won’t rain Grandma’s health,” she cut him off.
Her lips still camed that sweetness, with the faintest trace of creamy milk. He wasn’t sure if it was because the bubble tea had been artisanal or if she just naturally tasted that sweet,
There was something about her an energy so vibrant and youthful that Carly, with all her carefully crafted elegance, simply couldn’t match. Adam said nothing more. His gaze swept downward, lingering on her lips–shiny and soft from the kiss–and then back up to meet her ever What was that look?
She’d only kissed him out of desperation, a deeting attempt to escape his grasp. It hadn’t meant anything.
But now was he thinking about kissing her again?
The way for looked at her–God, it was so captivating. His magnetic charm was simply part of him, effortless and inescapable.
Wash out of has anned? Did he even tedize was she was!
hy tomorrow, she was going to make lum a joke, a story everyone would laugh at over lunch.
Burmadghd loaught, she had no way of fighting back.
Within–orberoption, Celine grudgingly sat down. The scratch of her pen filled the silence as she began working
Mam, on the other hand, had already dismissed her from his thoughts. He retumed to his lock black leather office chait and began reviewing documents. About passed durid, the city skyl gleamed under the blanket of tight.
When Adam finally glanced up, his gaze settled on Celior–and froze. She had slumped over the desk, sound asleejt.
She’d fallen asleep again?
Adan walked over to her, and when he looked down at the test packets scattered in front of her, he froze.
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The readers' comments on the novel: The Divorce Prescription (Celina and Adam)
How can this be,Carly always gets away with everything and Celine intelligence is not working her at all....
Just as I thought. This could go on a few more chapters. But the bond between Fiona amd Celine is undeniable. Even without knowing that they are mother and daughter. Though I'm totally confused. Isn't there any resemblance between Celine and her parents? How couldn't they tell that she was their daughter?...
As expected of the dna results in favor of the wicked carly again.. so frustrating...
I hope the writer of this story will not prolong this…..what happened to the DNA…...
Can you upload more chapters per day, each chapter is very short you always keep us hanging...
Can’t wait for when Nigel will discover Celine is his child...
I was enjoying Celine being a formidable woman until the author put her abuser back in her way to make it seem she is weak willed with no physical control. This saddens me....
Regardless of how "sorry" the abusive man is. His regret is his own burden to carry....
When a woman divorces a man because he ill treated her, authors of these books, should stop making a women look desperate to go back with the abusive man. The real world is not like that. Many many women value themselves too much to return to their abusers....
Please this story is going round in circles……this writer🤦🏽♀️🤦🏽♀️🤦🏽♀️...