The Divorce Prescription (Celina and Adam) novel Chapter 567

Celine sat in the room, carefully refining the antidote. As she worked, she picked up her phone and sent a message to Hailey on WhatsApp.

"Hailey, have you arrived at Jupiter Heights?"

The reply came almost instantly.

"I'm on my way, Celine. I'll be there soon."

"I'm no longer in a rush, Hailey. You don't need to bring the herbs tonight."

"Didn't you say it was urgent just a moment ago?"

Celine leaned back in her chair, lost in thought. Just earlier, she had been desperate to get the herbs quickly. But after what had happened with Hayden, her priorities shifted. Now, there was no need to hurry.

"Things have changed. There's no need to rush tonight."

"Got it, Celine."

At that moment, Hailey reached the entrance of Jupiter Heights. She had rushed over as soon as she received Celine's call. She slipped her phone into her bag and was ready to head inside.

Just then, a loud car horn cut through the air as a Porsche sped toward her.

Hailey instinctively turned her head, and the car window smoothly rolled down, revealing two very familiar faces.

It was Ewan and Melody.

Ewan was driving, with Melody sitting in the passenger seat. Both of them were staring at Hailey.

Ewan smirked. "Hailey, what a surprise. What are you doing here?"

Before Hailey could respond, Melody clung to Ewan's arm and spoke sweetly.

"Hailey, Ewan took me out for a drive today. We had such a great time."

Hailey almost rolled her eyes. Was Melody seriously trying to flaunt her relationship in front of her?

It was almost laughable. She and Ewan had broken up ages ago, yet Melody still saw her as some sort of threat.

With a smirk, Hailey spoke up. "Ewan, we're not involved anymore. I don't think we're close enough to even exchange pleasantries. So next time, do me a favor—just pretend you didn't see me, alright?"

"Don't mention Declan. I don't want to talk about him."

Melody smirked. "Alright, alright. We're out for a drive—it's rare for us to have time alone. Let's not waste it on unpleasant topics."

As she spoke, her hand drifted over Ewan's chest, her fingers trailing in a slow, seductive caress.

"Ewan, where are we going tonight? Should we get a hotel?"

They had already shared moments of passion. Young, full of energy, and undeniably alluring, they were the perfect match in every way.

In bed, their chemistry was undeniable, and Ewan knew exactly how to unravel her, driving her to the edge of pleasure again and again.

Melody let her eyes roam over his striking features, a rush of satisfaction washing over her.

The Shaw family was among the elite, and Ewan wasn't just wealthy—he was effortlessly handsome, the most carefree and sought-after heir. He was the ultimate prize, and just thinking about it sent a shiver through her.

Ewan said nothing.

Without hesitation, Melody unbuckled her seatbelt. She slid over from the passenger seat and straddled his lap in one smooth motion.