The Divorce Prescription

In the subtly luxurious conference room, Adam stood in a custom–made black suit, looking handsome and dignified. He was leading the senior executives of Alvarez Group in a meeting with Mark Velaro, the CEO of LeVinci from Frankford

“Mrs. Alvarez, Mr. Alvarez speaks excellent Francian. He knows over 20 languages and never needs a translator,” the receptionist said, offering Celine a cup of coffee

Celine smiled. “Thank you”

“You’re welcome, Mrs. Alvarez. I’ll be going then,” the receptionist said before leaving

“Okay.”

After the receptionist lett, Celine’s gaze shifted back to the floor–to–ceiling windows, watching Adam inside. He was speaking to Mark in flawless Francian

The scene with top executives mingling in a business meeting gave Celine a sense of opulence and indulgence. Through the glass, she could see Adam exuding a glamorous, intoxicating presence.

It was no wonder so many women were drawn to him. First was Carly, and now Nikki

When Adam was serious, he carried an air of reserved elegance that seemed almost unattainably cold. However, as she recalled how he had pressured her, she couldn’t help but feel that he was a man of contradictions.

On the surface, he appeared restrained, but beneath it, he was a beast hiding behind a facade of control.

A mischievous thought crossed Celine’s mind. She took out her phone and opened up her WhatsApp to send him a

message.

In the conference room, Adam’s phone pinged. He was speaking with Mark, but upon hearing the notification, he took his phone out of his pocket. It was a message from Celine. “Mr. Alvarez, I’ve come to beg you.”

Adam glanced up, looking through the bright window at Celine sitting outside. She wore a white shirt and a striped skirt, with a beige baseball jacket draped over her shoulders. Her long, dark hair was tied into a high ponytail, giving her a pure and innocent appearance.

Their eyes met across the room.

Mark noticed Celine as well and asked in Francian, , “Mr. Alvarez, who is this?”

Adam looked at her for a moment before turning back to Mark “She’s my wife.”

Mark was surprised. “Is Mrs. Alvarez still a student?”

Adam nodded. “Yes.”

He then turned his attention back to business with Mark. He spared her another glance before focusing on the matter at hand. It was clear he was busy, and she was to wait.

As Celine gazed at Adam’s handsome, composed figure, she felt a mischievous streak rise within her. She took out her phone and scrolled through her gallery, sending him another message.

Adam’s phone rang again. He paused, briefly excused himself and checked the message from Celine.

Celine’s message was an animated image of a woman licking a lollipop seductively. It popped up on Adam’s phone, just like one of those intrusive ads that appear in the corner of a website.

His expression darkened as he looked at her through the glass. His gaze was intense, filled with a mix of restraint and barely contained desire. The silent warning in his eyes was unmistakable.

If it had been Carly or Nikki, they would have melted under his gaze, but Celine wasn’t so easily intimidated.

She smirked, knowing full well that he liked to play the unapproachable, stoic man. He liked to make her beg, but Celine had a different idea. She would tear down his facade and show the world the side of him that was far more dangerous than he let on noveldrama

Mark noticed the intensity of Adam’s gaze and followed it toward Celine. He couldn’t help but compliment her, “Mrs. Alvarez has such a remarkable presence. Her beauty is almost ethereal.”

Adam’s threat involuntarily bobbed as he heard the praise. Celle truly did have the face of an angel, untouched by the world, but she dared send those playful, seductive images during his serious meeting

That was something Adam found intriguing about her. She was a contradiction–her innocence was captivating, yet she knew exactly how to wield her allure.