The Divorce Prescription (Celina and Adam) novel Chapter 139

Adam reached out and opened the wardrobe door, and there she was.

Celine was curled up in the corner of the wardrobe, her small body huddled tightly, her long, silky black hair cascading around her.

When the door swung open, her sleepy, doe-like eyes—still hazy from just waking up—snapped up to meet his, startled, like a frightened fawn caught in the headlights.

At that moment, she looked so pitiful, so vulnerable. She was like a secret mistress someone might keep hidden away, forced to flee the bed and hide in a closet when the wife barges in unannounced.

Adam frowned. "Why are you hiding in the wardrobe?"

Celine blinked, her thoughts still scattered from sleep. She had woken suddenly to the sound of Carly's voice outside. As her surroundings registered, she realized she had been sleeping on his bed in the lounge.

She couldn't even remember how she got there. The last thing she remembered was dozing off at the desk.

But when Carly stormed in, clearly on the warpath, Celine had panicked and instinctively hidden in the wardrobe.

Lisoking sp at Adam now, she asked, “1s Carly gone?

Celime tilted her head slightly, a faint, playful smile curving her lips. “When I saw Carly coming in, I hid on my own. Mr. Alvarez, wasn’t I good this time?” Adam’s expression didn’t change, but his thoughts flickered darkly. “Good? When it matters, you’re never good,” he thought to himself.

Without a word, Celine began climbing out of the wardrobe. But she had been crouched in the confined space for so long that her legs had gone completely numb The minment she stepped out, her lasers buckled, and she wobbled forward, about to collapse onto the carpet.

Adam’s hand shot out with lightning speed, his long, strong fingers closing around her slender am. He steadied her effortlessly before she could hit the ground, Celine bent one knee slightly, wincing as she tried to shake the pins and needles out of her leg. “Thank you, Mr. Alvarez,” she murmured.

Adam’s gaze stayed on her. She reached up, brushing a lock of hair behind her show–white ear, the delicate curve of her profile catching the light.

His lips pressed into a thin line before he finally spoke, his voice low and measured. “Next time something like this happens, if the man hasn’t told you to hide. there’s no need for you to hide. Got it?”

Celine’s long lashes fluttered slightly at his words.

Did he think she wanted to hide? She was the real wife? Carly was the mistress here, not her.

And yet, crouching in that wardrobe, feeling pathetic and ridiculous, had left her shaken.

Adam let out a low, sarcastic laugh. “You think you can’t beat her?”

The memory of Celine pining Elijah to the ground and beating him senseless was still vivid in his mind. The idea that she couldn’t handle Carly? That was hard to

Celine caused her gaze to meet las: “I can beat Carly, but I’m afraid you’ll take her side.”

Crline’s atrady paze stayed on his handsome face. After a beat of silence, she asked seriously, “I one day carly and I really got into a fight, who would you help? Adarn looked at her but didn’t say a word.