The Divorce Prescription (Celina and Adam) novel Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Celine frowned. "What do you mean by flirting?"

Adam gritted his teeth. "You're dressing like a slut!"

What? A slut?

"You better explain, Adam Alvarez!" Celine snapped.

Adam lowered his gaze, eyeing her short dress. "Your thighs are practically hanging out. Is that how desperate you are for people to look at your legs?"

Sure, her dress was a little on the shorter side, but Robin had chosen the dress for her.

She had said, "You never show your legs, giving Carly the chance to flaunt hers. Tonight, let's show everyone who really has the best legs in Mercity."

Celine raised an eyebrow. "Seems like you were looking at my legs, Mr. Alvarez."

Adam froze.

Celine leaned back against the wall, her posture lazy yet elegant. She slowly lifted her right leg and brushed her crystal heel against his ankle.

Adam stood there in tailored black slacks that highlighted his long legs, exuding an air of cold elegance and restraint.

From his ankle, Celine slowly trailed upward along his calf in a teasing, deliberate motion. It was both a seduction and a provocation.

Adam gave her a cold look. "What are you doing?"

Celine smirked. "Mr. Alvarez, whose legs do you prefer—mine or Carly's?"

Adam's gaze lingered on her, captivated by the delicate features of her face, which radiated an almost ethereal beauty. She looked like an otherworldly angel, yet here she was, boldly tempting him.

He'd noticed her beauty last night, hidden behind those black-framed glasses, but he hadn't expected her to be so striking.

However, there was something familiar about her face.

Celine's bright eyes sparkled with mischief. "Has Carly ever tried to seduce you with her legs, Mr. Alvarez?"

Adam's breath hitched. He leaned closer to look at her. "Celine, are you really such a slut? You think about men all day and even hired eight escorts!"

He avoided answering her question about Carly. That was perhaps the most polite way for a man to protect a woman.

His relationship with Carly had been a grand love story from their youthful, carefree days. Carly must have seduced him at some point. That was the only way to explain why she lingered so vividly in his memory.

Carly was truly blessed to have such a cold-hearted man remain devoted to her for so long. Adam must have never used a word like "slut" to describe her.

Though Celine was smiling, her eyes remained as cold as ice. "Yes, Mr. Alvarez. There's an issue with your manhood. Since you can't satisfy me, I have to go find someone healthy. Let's get divorced already. If one man doesn't work, I'll find another who does."

She said he had issues again! This woman was unbelievable!

Adam gripped her delicate jaw. "Is this some sort of provocation? Are you so desperate to find out if I have issues?"

What?

Celine froze.

Adam leaned in close, his lips hovering near hers with an almost teasing proximity. Yet his words were icy and detached. "Don't kid yourself, Celine. I'll never touch you. The one I love is Carly."

The one he loved was Carly.

He didn't even need to say it. Celine already knew. Still, hearing it stung her heart. It wasn't a sharp pain, but a dull, relentless ache that spread in countless tiny waves.

Just then, a sweet voice rang out. "Adam."

Celine looked up only to see Carly standing there.