The Divorce Prescription (Celina and Adam) novel Chapter 11

Adam reached out, catching her in his arms. He lowered his sharp gaze, his lips pressed in displeasure. "Celine, why did you come back?"

Celine hadn't expected him to come home. He was in a perfectly tailored black suit, just back from outside, the cool night air still clinging to his expensive fabric.

Celine's body felt hot, and instinctively, she leaned into him. She was hoping his cold, mature presence would douse the fire within her.

Her eyes fluttered as she gazed up at him. "Adam…"

Before she could finish her sentence, he pushed her away. His cold gaze locked onto hers. "What's wrong with you?"

Celine froze, realizing what she had been thinking—asking him for help. It was unlikely Adam would give her a helping hand.

"I've been drugged."

Adam frowned. He thought inwardly, "This woman is always causing trouble. She really knows how to get into a mess."

"Wait here."

Adam strode toward the large window, pulling his phone out of his pocket. He dialed a number.

The phone rang, and soon, Benjamin's voice came through. "How may I help you, Adam."

Adam said, "What should I do if a woman has been drugged?"

Benjamin laughed, sounding amused. "Is it Carly? Are you not gonna help her yourself?"

He then added, "If it's not Carly, just put her in cold water. It's going to be uncomfortable, but she'll be fine if she can handle it. If she can't, her veins will burst, and she'll die."

Adam hung up the phone and turned to look at Celine. "Can you manage a cold shower on your own?"

Celine nodded, "Yeah."

She quickly walked toward the bathroom.

Adam removed his black jacket. Just as the sound of water running came from the bathroom, Celine's scream echoed.

Adam's expression darkened, his impatience growing. What was she doing in there?

He walked over and opened the door. "What's going on?"

Celine stood under the shower, her clothes gone, leaving only a thin slip dress. The straps rested lightly on her delicate shoulders, her skin pale and smooth.

The shower had yet to turn on, and she touched her forehead, her eyes filled with pain. Her voice was fragile as she said, "I hit my head."

Her unexpected vulnerability, raw and unguarded, caught Adam off guard. He paused for a moment before gently brushing her hand away. Her forehead had reddened from the impact.

"You're so careless," he chided.

"I'm not careless. I'm dizzy!" she spat.

"Stand still."