Chapter 11
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Adam reached out, catching her in his arms. He lowered his sharp gaze, his lips pressed together in displeasure.
“Celine, why did you come back?” Celine hadn’t expected him to be home. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, just returned from outside, the cool night air still clinging to his expensive fabric. Celine’s body felt hot, and instinctively, she leaned into him, hoping his cold, mature presence would douse the fire within her. Her eyes softened as she gazed up at him.
“Adam.”
Before she could finish her sentence, he pushed her away, his cold gaze locking onto hers.
“What’s wrong with you?” Celine had been contemplating asking him for help, though she knew it was unlikely Adam would lend a hand.
“I’ve been drugged,” she finally admitted. Adam frowned, thinking inwardly, This woman is always causing trouble. She really knows how to get into a mess.
Adam strode toward the large window, pulling his phone from his pocket. He dialed a number. The phone rang, and soon Benjamin’s voice came through.
“How may I help you, Adam?”
“What should I do if a woman has been drugged?” Adam asked.
Benjamin laughed, sounding amused. “Is it Carly? Are you not going to help her yourself?” He then added, “It’s not Carly; just put her in cold water. It’s going to be uncomfortable, but 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?”
She quickly walked toward the bathroom. Adam removed his black jacket just as the sound of water running echoed from inside. Celine’s sigh echoed through the air, and Adam’s expression darkened, impatience growing within him. What was she doing in there? He walked over and opened the door.
“What’s going on?” Celine stood under the shower, her clothes soaked, leaving only her silhouette visible. The water gently cascaded over her delicate shoulders, her skin pale and smooth. The shower had yet to turn on, and she touched her forehead, eyes filled with pain.
“My head…” she murmured, her voice fragile.
Her unexpected vulnerability caught him off guard. He paused for a moment before gently brushing her hand away. Her forehead had reddened from the impact.
“You’re careless,” he chided.
“I’m not careless; I’m dizzy!” she spat.
Adam raised his hand and turned on the shower. Cold water rushed out, soaking her instantly. The shock of the cold water against her heated skin made her stumble, and she pressed herself against his chest.
“It’s too cold. I don’t want to take a cold shower.”
He took a step back, holding her close, and they both stood under the cold water. Celine’s hands began to roam, instinctively touching his body. Adam’s reaction was typical for any man, but his voice turned cold as he asked, “Celine, where do you think your hands are going?”
Her eyes widened with confusion, and she softly replied, “I can feel your abs…”
Adam was momentarily speechless. Pressed against him, Celine reached up to caress his flawless face.
“You have a handsome face, too,” she said, her tone playful.
Adam’s patience snapped. He pushed her against the cold wall, his voice strained as he warned her, “Please behave.”
Celine, undeterred by the warning, smiled mischievously. “Wow, you’re strong. I like it.”
Adam removed the shower head, looked at her flushed face, and attempted to cool her head with the cold water. Celine struggled to push his hand away.
“Adam, if it were Carly who was drugged, would you help her?” Celine’s long, wet lashes fluttered as she looked up at him, her eyes filled with pain, her voice low with bitterness.
“You’re making me take a cold shower because of Carly. None of you care about me.”
Adam noticed her eyes were red, as though she had been crying. Suddenly, Celine leaned in, biting the curve of his throat.
Adam’s hands gripped her waist, feeling how delicate and soft she was. His fingers barely needed to press to feel her slender frame. She was so fragile. He felt his breath catch as his fingers dug into her delicate face, pulling her back.
“Do you just like biting things?” he growled.
Celine had lost most of her composure, her eyes swollen with unshed tears.
“I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to bite you. Does it hurt?”
Before he could respond, she kissed him on the throat, her demeanor shifting from wild to soft as she kissed his chest gently. Celine looked up at him, her eyes fixed on his lips.
“Adam, I’ve been drugged. I’m still your wife. Please help me.”
As she leaned closer to kiss him again, his phone rang, interrupting the moment. Adam pulled his phone out of his pocket and saw it was Carly calling.
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