Adam looked up and saw a slender figureb. /bCeline hade. His thin lips pressed into a line. “What are you doing here? Who let you in?”

Celine stepped into the living room, walking toward him.

“Leo!” Adam called out. “Leo, where’s the person I asked you to arrange? Why isn’t she here yet?“.

No response. No one answered him. Celine also remained silent.

Adam tugged at the cor of his shirt, his expression darkening. “Get out!”

Celine’s longshes fluttered slightly. “Fine, I’ll bleave /bthen.b” /bShe turned on her heels and began to walk away

However, before she could take another bstep/b, a strongnd grabbed her slender arm. His voice was low and filled with restrained anger.

“Celine!

Celine turned back, blinking up at him with ba /byful glint in her eyes. “What?”

Adam pulled her closer. His body was burning, his skin hot like moltenva. The effects of the seductive scent had been tormenting him for hours, and sheer willpower bwas /bthe only thing keeping him together. His eyes were red, and his resolve crumbled.

Adam dipped his face into her hair and began to kiss her. Hisrge, heated hand slid beneath the hem of her shirt.

Celine shivered at his touch, her body instinctively recalling

“You’re trembling. Don’t tell me you’ve never been with a man before,” Adam bsaid/b, his voice mocking

Celine’s gaze met his. In the depths of his dark, bloodshot eyes, she saw something primal. A rew, unguarded desire.

He looked at her like a man starvedb. /bIt was like he had stripped away bevery /bpretense and let his true bself /bshow.

Did he think Celine’s private lite was a mess and that she had slept with a lot of men? Was that the reason he treated her this way?

Celine bit down on her lower lip and raised her hand to p him. However, this time, he caught her wrist in midair. He shoved her onto the couch.

His body pressed down on hers, pinning her in ce. “Enough with the pping. Try it again and see what happens.”

Celine was the only person who had ever dared to p him.

“Let me go!” she demandedb, /bsquirming beneath him.

He released her wrist but immediately began unbuttoning her shirt

“Adam, stop. I can help byou/b,” she blurted, her hand tumbling at her waist for the silver needle she always carried. She was aiming at Adam’s acupuncture point

However, Adamn wasn’t someone who could be caught off guard. He swatted the needle out of her hand in an instant. “What do you think you’re doing?” The needle dropped on the carpet, and Celine was scrambling to bretrieve /bthe needle. “My needle!”

From above, Adam watched her pick up the needle. Her long, dark hair cascaded over her delicate arms. Her profile was wless, and her skin was smooth and glowing

Adara gazed at her, his eyes studying

ing her the way a bman /bwould look at a womanb. /bEvery man had his preferences, but before meeting Celine, h quite define what his type was.

he bcouldn’t /b

Cerly had always been the apple of his eye, and everyone assumed he preferred women as striking as red roses. He used to believe that himself until Celine appeared. He had seen many beautiful women in his life, but none had over held his gaze like she did.

He pulled his belt from bhis /bwaist in one swift motion, the sharp sound slicing through the silence. With ba /bsingle movement, he was on top of her again, his arms encircling her. He pressed his body against Celine’s and whispered her name.

Her hand brushed against the silver needle, and just as her lingers closed around it, she felt the fabric of her shirt being pushed up, Celine froze. “Adam?, don’t!”

However, Adain was relentless. He pulled her back onto the couch, bhis /blips crashing against hers in a fiery bkiss/b.

the struggled against him, but her protests were lost beneath its overwhelming presence. In the chaos, a vase toppled to the floor, scattering drws jasjer – and inspazines everywhere.

Then,

that by lightning, ns froze. He stared at her, bhis /bexpression one of shock band /bdisbelief.

‘re still a virgin.” He thought this bwasn’t /bher first time He had never thought this was going to be her first time. Celine litt denyta hardfan his shoulder, her teeth sinking des into his flesh as if she were trying to rip away a piece of him.

Adam felt the pain mud gripped her a has to force her away. Celine’s gazended on the long scar across his felt palun, a scar he had earned while saving her life. However, th rint eraungle for her to forget the things he had done before.

Celine’s eyes were filled with tears as she red at him. The hurt in her gaze cut deeper them any wound, hitting Adarns hard.

“I’m sorry. I was bwrong /bbefore,” Adam apologized in a huuurse voice.

He was wrong before. Very wrong.

She had never been with other men beforeb. /bbAdam /bhad been her first. What he said before was mean and uneptable.

Celine refused to ept his apology; she refused to look at him.

Grabbing her small hand, Adam pped it against his face, bhard/b. Celine was taken aback by the sudden action.

“Hit me. If once isn’t enough, then twiceb, /bthree times. I’m sorry!” He continued pping himself, but Celine pulled her hand away.

Celine’s actions amused bAdam/b. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against hers bagain/b. “Celine, Do you… still like me?” he asked in a low and hoarse

voice.

What about him? Celine couldn’t help but wonder if he had liked her too. She recalled what Leo said as she looked at Adam. “Adam, what about…” Adam kissed her softly. “What?”

In the bend/b, Celine chickened out. She dared not ask the question.

Adam held her hand tightly; his slender fingers slipped through the gaps of hers.

“Give it to me, Linny,

It was the first time he had ever called her that. His voice was tender and maic

Celine’s

eyes fluttered open the next morning, and she found herself still in his arms. They had fallen asleep on the couch, tangled togetherb. /b

Adam was still asleep, his arms wrapped around Celine’s shoulder. She shifted slightly, her body sore and aching from the night before. They had crossed a line and became real husband and wife.

Celine nced at Adam’s sleeping face and whispered the question that had been haunting her. “Adam, have you ever liked me? Even just a little?”