Adam snatched her into his arms. He lowered his sharp gaze, his lips pressed in displeasure. "Celine, why did you come back?"

Celine hadn't expected him to come home. He was in a perfectly tailored black suit, just back 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, he pushed her away. His cold gaze locked onto hers. "What's wrong with you?"

Celine, clearing her throat, realized she had been thinking of asking him for help—a highly unlikely prospect.

"I've been drugged," she said.

Adam frowned. He thought 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?"

Adam said, "What should I do if a woman has been drugged?"

Benjamin laughed, sounding amused. "Is it Carly? Aren't you going to help her yourself?" He added, "If it's not Carly, just put her in cold water. It'll be uncomfortable, but if she can handle it, she'll be fine. If she can't, her veins will burst, and she'll die."

Adam hung up and turned to 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 running water came from the bathroom. Celine's scream echoed. Adam's expression darkened, his impatience growing. What was she doing in there?

He walked over and opened the door. "What's going—"

She stood under the shower, her clothes damp, leaving only her bra. The straps rested lightly on her delicate shoulders; her skin was pale and smooth. The shower hadn't yet turned on, and she touched her forehead, eyes filled with pain. "It hurts," she whispered.

Her unexpected vulnerability, raw and unguarded, caught him off guard. He paused before gently brushing her hand away. Her forehead was reddened from the impact.

"You're careless," he chided.

"I'm not careless, I'm drugged!" she spat.

"Stand still."

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 a cold shower."

He took a step back, pulling her close; they both stood under the cold water. Celine's hands began to roam, instinctively touching his waist. Adam's body reacted to her touches like any other man's. His voice turned cold as he asked, "Celine, where do you think your hands are going?"

Her eyes glazed with confusion. Celine softly answered, "I can feel your abs…"

Adam was speechless. Still pressed against him, Celine raised her hand to touch his flawless face. "You have a handsome face, too."

Adam's patience snapped. He pushed her against the cold wall, his voice strained as he warned her, "Please behave."

Unfazed by the warning, Celine smiled mischievously. "Wow, you're strong. I like it."

Adam removed the shower head, looked at her flushed face, and tried to douse 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 cried earlier.

Suddenly, Celine leaned in, biting the curve of his throat. Adam's grip tightened around 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. He growled, "Do you just like biting things?"

Celine had lost most of her composure. Her eyes, swollen with unshed tears, stared at him. She looked like she was on the verge of crying. Adam stiffened, immediately pulling his hand back.

Celine, however, wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bite you. Does it hurt?"

Before he could respond, she kissed him on the throat. She had gone from being wild to completely soft, kissing 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 from his pocket and saw it was Carly calling.