The Divorce Prescription (Celina and Adam) novel Chapter 852

Hailey didn't cooperate at all. When she saw Aileen and Jeremy crossing the street, she shoved Jonah away and sat down.

Just then, the car door opened with a soft click. Both Aileen and Jeremy got into the car.

Aileen handed Hailey a bottle of water. "Here, Hailey, have some water."

Hailey reached out and took it. "Thanks."

Aileen looked at her curiously. "Hailey, why is your face so red?"

Hailey quickly covered her face, feeling it burn with heat. She tried to cover it up and said, "It's probably just the heat."

Sensing the subtle tension, Jeremy glanced at Jonah through the rearview mirror.

When he saw Jonah had already put his mask back on, he asked, "Mr. Pilsner, did I come back too early?"

Jonah slid the window down, letting the cool air blow in to cool his heated skin. He gave Jeremy a sharp look and replied, "What do you think?"

Jeremy felt a pang of regret because he knew he had come back too soon.

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Half an hour later, the luxury car stopped at the gate of the Lambert residence. Hailey and Aileen got out of the car.

Hailey said to Jonah, "Thanks for the ride, Mr. Pilsner. I'll be fine from here."

Aileen waved at Jonah. "Bye, Jonah!"

Jonah looked at her and asked, "Aileen, do you want to move in with me?"

She rejected his offer outright. "No, I want to stay with Hailey. I sleep with her all the time, you know?"

Jonah frowned. "You guys sleep in the same bed?"

Aileen nodded. "Yeah."

Back when Pamela was still alive, Hailey used to share a bed with Aileen in that house. Those days were long gone now, but the memory lived on as something tender and cherished in their hearts.

Jonah said, "Aileen, you're growing up, so you shouldn't be sleeping in the same bed with Hailey anymore."

"Why not?" Aileen asked, puzzled.

She then opened the app and saw that it was from Jonah.

Jonah texted, "Come downstairs."

His order was direct and commanding.

Hailey's heart skipped a beat. She rushed to the window and looked out.

His car was still parked outside the villa—he hadn't left.

It was already late, yet he hadn't gone back to his office. He was still there, parked just beneath her window.

Hailey bit her lower lip, hesitated for a moment, then typed a message with forced calm.

"Mr. Pilsner, is there something you need?"

Her phone chimed again.

He replied, "Stop pretending."