The Divorce Prescription (Celina and Adam) novel Chapter 28

Chapter 28

Nathan Lynch? The name didn’s sing a bell for Celine

Just then, she felt a cold, piercing pane on hering ber eyes, she met Adam’s key glare–sharp like kulves.

Why was be looking at her like that? Was Carly’s Intimate dance earlier not enough to amusellm?

Nathan shifted his gaze between Adam and Celine before asking, “Do you know each other?”

Celine chose to ignore Adam and replied, “No, we don’t.”

At her denial, Adam curled the corner of his lips into a silent, mocking smile.

che might not know Nathan, but Robin did. She knew he was Adam’s best friend, Clearly, things were about to get interesting.

Robin smiled and said, “Mr. Lynch, thanks for the offer, but Celine needs to head home now.”

Nathan Immediately grabbed his car keys. “In that case, let me drive you home.”

With no hesitation, he followed the two women out.

The moment the three lett, Benjamin and the other wealthy heirs erupted into an uproar

“What the heck is going on? Mr. Lynch has his eyes on Celine?”

Benjamin added, “Celine and Adam aren’t even divorced yet. Does this mean Adam is about to be cuckolded by both his wife and his best friend?”

At Benjamin’s words, Adam shot him a sharp gaze that cut through the air, silencing him immediately. He then grabbed his car keys and said, “Enjoy yourselves. I’m leaving.”

Feeling helpless, Melody tugged at Carly’s sleeve. “Carly, why would Nate be interested in Celine? She’s already taken your place and secretly married Adam. Now she’s trying to get Nate too?”

Carly’s expression darkened. She had never expected Nathan to be interested in Celine. Sneering disdainelly, she said, “Don’t worry about her. Neither Adam nor Nathan would ever truly fall for that country bumpkin. She’s way out of their league!”

wift can shake him off now.”

In the Rolls–Royce, Carly sat in the passenger seat as Adam drow. When Nathan sped up, Adam tightened his grip on the steering wheel and stepped on the gas, matching the

pice.

The cars roared down the road, accelerating faster and faster.

Carly felt as though she might be flung out at any moment. Her stomach churned as she pleaded, “Adam, slow down! You’re going too fast!”

Adam’s face betrayed no emotion, but his sharp profile radiated aching determination. Ignoring Carly’s protests, his Rolls–Royce streaked through the neon–lit streets like a king of the night.

Carly, pale and trembling from her weak heart, screamed, “Adam, stop the car! No, please! Slow down! Ahh!”

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