The Divorce Prescription Chapter 181

Dressed in a black silk pajama set, Adam stood on the balcony with a cigarette resting between his slender fingers.

The swirling smoke obscured his expression, but his tightly furrowed brows hinted at his inner turmoil. He was smoking fast, the ashes falling in angry clumps, carrying of crimson sparks to the ground He thought he was losing his mind.

There was actually nothing wrong with the Terrestrial Suite. He had instructed the resort villa manager to make up that excuse because he simply didn’t want Celine and Nathan to be alone in one room.

The thought of her ordering those things filled mind with images of what she and Nathan might be doing together. His emotions spiraled out of control, no matter how hard he tried to suppress them.

In the dead of night, Adam suddenly became of the dark and forbidden thoughts he harbored toward Celine. He couldn’t let her go. He couldn’t stand the thought of her being with another man He didn’t love her, but he was addicted to the pleasure she gave him. It was just a game to him. And the key problem was that he hadn’t had his fill yet. How could he possibly her up to someone else before that?

At that moment, someone hugged him from behind and asked, “Adam, why are you smoking?”

It was Carly. She seldom saw him smoking.

Adam turned around slowly but Nathan stepped forward and asked, “Celine, you’re done?”

She nodded lightly and answered, “Yeah.”

Her gaze shifted to the balcony, where she saw Carly hugging Adam from . A cigarette still burning between his fingers, and the two of them appeared unusually intimate After harshly humiliating her earlier, he was back to being with Carly again.

Celine averted her gaze and said, “I’ll use the hairdryer.”

She sat down at the vanity table, picked up the hairdryer, and began drying her damp, long hair.

Nathan walked over and said, “Celine, let me help you.”

Adam’s eyes fell on her. She had just taken a shower and was dressed in a white nightgown with a lace–trimmed doll collar making her look innocent and delicate.

Under the light by the vanity, her makeup–free face, small and fair as porcelain, radiated a soft, sweet charm. Nathan stood behind her, took the hairdryer, began drying her hair.

Adam’s gaze darkened as he watched Nathan’s long fingers thread through Celine’s pure black . She lifted her clear eyes and Nathan a bright, gentle smile.

Right then, Adam felt a sharp sting his fingertip as the ember of his cigarette bumed him. His expression tumed grim as he extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray Then, with his lips curling slightly, he coldly , “Celine, don’t you have hands of your own?”

She had been about to refuse Nathan’s offer but paused when she heard Adam’s words. She looked up at Adam, only to meet his icy gaze He sneered. “Can’t you dry your own hair, or do you just like having men do it for you?”

Her face turned pale.

Nathan immediately frowned and retorted, “Adam, what do you even mean? I’m the one who offered to help celine. What’s with the attitude?”

Adam there with his tall and imposing figure. With a cold edge in his deep, magnetic voice, he ordered, “You have hands. Use them and dry your hair .

Η Celine reached out to take over the hairdryer, but Nathan didn’t let her. Instead, he looked at Adam and said, “Adam, you’re really asking for it. Are you itching for a Fight