Chapter 139

Adam reached out and opened the wardrobe door, and there she was. Celine was curled up in the corner of the wardrobe, her small body huddled tightly, her long, silky black hair cascading around her. When the door swung open, her sleepy, doe-like eyes—still hazy from just waking up—snapped up to meet his, startled, like a frightened fawn caught in the headlights. At that moment, she looked so pitiful, so vulnerable. She was like a secret mistress someone might keep hidden away, forced to flee the bed and hide in a closet when the wife barges in unannounced. Adam frowned. "Why are you hiding in the wardrobe?" Celine blinked, her thoughts still scattered from sleep. She had woken suddenly to the sound of Carly's voice outside. As her surroundings registered, she realized she had been sleeping on his bed in the lounge. She couldn't even remember how she got there. The last thing she remembered was dozing off at the desk. But when Carly stormed in, clearly on the warpath, Celine had