The Divorce Prescription (Celina and Adam) novel Chapter 427

No way. It was impossible!

Carly couldn't believe what she was seeing. She immediately exploded in fury.

"Celine Tate! What the hell are you doing with Adam? You shameless bitch! You must have seduced him! Adam is my boyfriend now! Do you have no sense of shame?"

Celine sneered. "Look carefully, Carly. Your boyfriend is the one clinging to me!"

"Why you—"

Carly wanted to say more, but the video call ended abruptly.

…

At Jupiter Heights, Celine was still pinned beneath Adam.

She had intended to continue taunting Carly, but her phone was snatched from her hands before she could.

Adam grabbed it and ended the call.

His gaze was filled with dangerous intensity. "Are you done making calls?"

Celine smirked. "Not yet. I had plenty more to say to Carly. Of course, she's probably already imagining the worst. Adam, just you wait."

He tossed her phone onto the coffee table. "If you're done, let's continue."

He lowered his head and kissed her again.

Celine was speechless.

Just then, Adam's phone rang in his pocket.

It was undoubtedly a call from Carly.

Celine immediately pushed him away. "Adam, it's Carly calling. Let go of me and answer her call!"

But Adam had no intention of answering.

One hand was peeling off her clothes while the other was undoing his belt. His voice was hoarse and deep as he growled, "Stop talking. Focus."

Celine felt completely overpowered.

Back in the village, he had been saving her. But now, they were both fully conscious, and he had broken into her home to do this.

Things were over between them, so Celine didn't want to do this. Moreover, she was also pregnant with their child.

When he saw that she was sincerely in discomfort, Adam's sharp gaze softened slightly. "Where does it hurt? Your stomach?"

His hand moved to her lower abdomen, gently rubbing small circles over it.

His hand was large, completely covering her lower abdomen, enveloping it in his warmth. The heat of his palm, combined with the gentle pressure of his touch, carried a sense of tenderness—almost protective.

Adam was the kind of man who, with just a hint of warmth, could effortlessly pull someone into his grasp.

Celine quickly grabbed his hand and pushed it away. "What are you doing?"

Adam didn't answer. Instead, he pulled her onto his lap. "If you don't want to do that, then let's finish what we started earlier."

Celine was exasperated. In the end, she surrendered.

Adam leaned back against the couch, still holding her against him as his hand absentmindedly rested on her stomach.

Celine sighed. "Mr. Alvarez, it's late. You should go home."

To her surprise, he replied, "It's getting late. Let's sleep."

Was he planning to stay the night?