The Divorce Prescription (Celina and Adam) novel Chapter 144

Celine’s teams kept talling, one after another, splashing softly into the bathwater

“All you ever do is yell at me! what’s in wrong about me wearing makeup? What’s so wrong about putting on lipstick? Carly wears makeup and lipstick every single dy, and you never yell at heil

were the one kidnapped, you’d probably be holding her, comforting her, calling her your baby! But you… you just hate me! Why do you hate me so much?” avoids broken apart into choked cries. She was trembling now, her delicate shoulders shaking with each unsteady breath.

-and–rimmed eyes, flushed nose, and skin glistening with tears – looked impossibly fragile, as though she were made of water, dissolving into the steams that poured from berryes

Adam’s expression shifted at once. Without hesitation, he knelt on me see beside the tub. “Celine, stop crying

Do wasn’tuned to seeing her cry. In fact, he could count on me hand the number of times he’d ever seen her like this.

time had been in her sleep, when she dated out, begging her mother not to leave

This was the second time, and it was because of him. He had made her cry

Tearson her face. “Carly wears makeup and lipstick, yes, but you’re not like her.”

Adam reached out, his large hand gently brushing away the te

zee was naturally delicate and ethereal, her fair skins and soft features so striking that even the faintest touch of makeup made her stand out all the more Espersally the lipstick–it painted her lips in a vibrant, tempting red, like a perfectly ripened peach, irresistibly inviting, as though daring anyone to take a bite. Carly could wear lipstick and makeup without timing the slightest trouble.

But Celine? The moment she did, trouble always seemed to follow.

She and Carly were not the same.

No matter how gently he tried to wipe her tears, they only fell faster,

Her Large, watery eyes locked onto him, blazing through the tears with a defiant, almost childlike fury. ““You’re just based! Carly is perfect at everything, and I’m just temible at everything!”

Adam had never comforted a crying girl before, and now he felt completely out of his depth. Why were there so many tears?

He softened his tone, his deep, magnetic voice dropping low and husky as he tried to apologize. “Celine, stop crying. I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have you is that better?”

But the tears didn’t stop. They kept streaming down her face,