Chapter 22

At this moment, Celine lay beneath Adam. Her long, jet-black hair spilled like a waterfall across the bright red sheets of their marital bed, which had been personally arranged by Adam's grandmother. The crimson fabric highlighted her fair, luminous skin, creating a sensual scene. He began imagining if she were lying like this under another man, she'd… Adam clenched his fist tightly. He wanted to explain that he had sent an antidote to her last night, not a man. But the words were stuck in his throat. Celine looked up at him and said coldly, "Get off." However, Adam didn't budge. Celine began to struggle. The thought of him bringing Carly to Westwood Villa last night made her recoil at any physical contact with him. "Adam, get off me! You were already with Carly last night! Gosh, did you even clean yourself after?" Adam didn't answer. His hands pinned both of hers to the bed, and his voice dropped to a stern warning. "Celine, stop moving!" Of course, Celine had no intention of l