The Divorce Prescription (Celina and Adam) novel Chapter 152

Chapter 152

Benjamin’s excitement caught Adam’s attention. He lifted his sharp eyes and glanced at him.

Benjamin was defiant. “One more round!”

Celine agreed. The second round began.

Two seconds later, Adam once again heard Benjamin’s exasperated shout. “Damn! Damn it, damn it, damn it!”

Benjamin had lost again.

Still unwilling to admit defeat, he exclaimed, “Another round!”

Celine replied coolly, “Benjamin, think carefully, If you lose again in the third round, your rank will drop from Pro to Rookie.

Benjamin’s rank had always been Pro, but facing Celine, he’d been KO’d twice in a row. If he lost the next round, his rank would drop, demoting him from Pro to Rookie.

At that moment, Adam’s deep, magnetic voice rang out. “Benjamin, what’s got you so worked up?”

Benjamin saw his chance. He ran over to Adam, feeling as though he’d found his savior. “Adam, you have to help me! Play a game against her for me!”

Adam glanced down and realized Benjamin had been gaming against Celine. He naturally noticed Benjamin’s track record. Benjamin couldn’t even last two seconds against her in the game.

The last time Adam had seen Celine play, he had already been impressed by her hand speed. Her hand speed was incredible. But he wasn’t interested in gaming against her.

Last night, she’d left without saying goodbye, leaving behind a note with a simple “Thank you.”

She called to express her gratitude but immediately followed it with an offer to repay him, asking if he wanted anything.

She always framed their relationship as one of physical desire and transactional exchanges. Did she really think every time he helped her, it was just to get something in return?

Adam tapped the screen, starting the third round. He and Celine began to battle.

Benjamin felt confident. “Adam, get her! Come on, knock her out!”

Adam wanted to take her down quickly, but he couldn’t.

He waited for her to approach. As usual, Celine wielded her hammer and charged, but this time, he dodged her attack. He countered with his spear, lunging at her, but Celine evaded perfectly.

At first, Adam hadn’t taken Celine seriously as an opponent. However, after they exchanged blows three times, the lazy expression on his elegant face disappeared. He sat up straight, his demeanor sharpening. His sleek, well–defined fingers flew across the keyboard.

Celine’s moves were fast, precise, and ruthless. Each strike was deadly.

Adam was stunned.