The Divorce Prescription (Celina and Adam) novel Chapter 153

Chapter 153

He knew she was fast, but he hadn’t expected her to be this fast.

Adam had never faced a real opponent in gaming until Celine. Celine really gave him a run for his money. Their battle was too close to call. This was entirely unexpected for Adam.

Benjamin felt something was off. “Damn! Adam, Celine is actually holding her own against you. Hold steady! You have to hold steady! If you lose, my rank will drop from Pro to Rookie!”

Just as he said this, Leo suddenly walked into the room. “Mr. Alvarez, there’s a call from Alvarez Residence.”

Adam wondered what could have happened at Alvarez Residence. He was momentarily distracted.

In the next second, the game was over. Adam’s well–defined fingers froze mid–movement. He had lost. Taking advantage of his brief distraction, Celine swung her hammer and knocked him out.

He had actually lost to Celine. He had intended to teach her a small lesson, perhaps even make her shed a few tears. Instead, the sound of wailing filled the room. Benjamin stared at his game account in disbelief. “Adam, you lost? Oh no, I’ve dropped to Rookie! Waaaah!”

It had taken him three years to reach Pro, but losing to Celine was all it took to drop to Rookie. Why? Benjamin felt utterly defeated.

Adam said nothing, his mind lingering on the unexpected loss. He found the situation amusing. Pressing his tongue against his handsome right cheek, he let a soft chuckle. She had truly surprised him.

Adam shifted his piercing gaze toward Leo. “What’s going on with Grandma?”

“Mr. Alvarez, the Alvarez Residence called earlier. They mentioned that Mrs. Alvarez’s medicinal soup recipe left for Mrs. Alvarez Senior had gone missing. Mrs. Alvarez Senior is asking you to request another copy from Mrs. Alvarez.”

So Grandma was fine. It was the medicinal soup recipe left by Celine that had gone missing.

Adam sat in a black leather office chair. He wore a white shirt, its expensive, custom–tailored fabric perfectly outlining his broad shoulders and well–built chest. He exuded an aura of mature elegance, mixed with an untouchable, aristocratic coolness.

Adam was the ultimate “ice king” of Mercity, the man no one could easily win over. Celine looked at him. “Mr. Alvarez, is there something you need from me?”

Adam, in turn, was looking at her. Celine had just finished showering, her long black hair loosely twisted into a bun. A few strands of hair fell around her snow- white neck, lending her an air of breathtaking elegance and softness.

She was wearing only a simple camisole. White, with thin straps resting on her delicate shoulders, revealing smooth, fair skin that was dazzling to the eyes,

Adam paused for a moment, caught off guard. He had never seen her like this, fresh from a shower, with a bun and a camisole. The pure and youthful vibe of a twenty–something college girl hit him squarely.

Adam finally spoke, his tone calm “The medicinal soup recipe you left for Grandma is missing.”