Adam, rationally snapping, answered Carly's call. At that moment, he was a mess. His clothes were damp, his body marked with kisses from a woman, and his breathing was still unsteady. Desire had consumed him; he had actually desired Celine! He didn't even like her. He blamed it on being a man and succumbing to the temptation of such a stunning woman.

He pressed the button to answer the call, pulling himself toward Carly. The pillow made him feel more gentle; he heard her, and his voice softened noticeably. "Hey, Carly."

From the other end came the sound of metal music. Carly's worried voice followed: "Adam, I'm at a club right now."

Adam pleaded, "No drinking. Have Jordan and you some milk."

Carly replied, "Goth! My assistant loves you. Adam, come join us. I'll wait for you."

Adam was ready to leave. But then, a small hand reached out and grabbed his shirt.

He turned his head. Celine was completely soaked. Her wet slip dress clung to her body, accentuating her alluring curves. Her eyes were red, and she clung to him tightly, refusing to let go.

Adam moved slightly, attempting to free his sleeve. But Celine stubbornly held on, her reddened eyes staring up at him with determination.

Adam opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, Celine leaned forward and hugged him. Her soft voice whispered near his ear, "Don't go, please." She had grown up, but she realized she was still afraid of being abandoned, of standing alone in the bustling streets, surrounded by strangers.

Adam, tangled in her hold, didn't know what to do.

Carly's voice came through the phone again. "Adam, are you listening? Come here quickly."

Celine stood on tiptoe and suddenly murmured softly, "Mommy?" That title was unique to the girl from back then. But wasn't that childish?

Adam's expression shifted dramatically. "Carly," he began.

He ended the call and pushed Celine against the wall. His deep, sharp gaze pierced her as he asked, "Why'd you call me that? Celine, who exactly are you?"

Celine wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his lips. Her soft lips pressed against his unexpectedly, filling the air with a delicate fragrance. It was a kiss both tender and inexperienced.

Adam didn't close his eyes but watched her intently. She didn't look away; her bright, watery eyes gazed right back at him. That was when Adam noticed something strikingly like the eyes of the girl from back then.

Celine kissed him for a moment; getting no reaction, she pulled away and prepared to leave.

But then, Adam pulled her slender body tightly into his embrace. His overwhelming masculine presence surrounded her as he bent down and kissed her deeply.

Back at the club, Carly sat at the counter with her assistant, Jordan Lawrence.

Jordan said, "Carly, isn't Mr. Alvarez coming tonight?"

Carly began to feel suspicious. During their earlier phone call, Adam's voice sounded odd, as though someone else was with him.

She immediately called Benjamin. "Benjamin, were you with Adam tonight?"

Benjamin replied, "No, Carly. But he did call earlier. Something about a woman being drugged."

He suddenly connected the dots. "Carly, could it be Celine who got drugged?" Adam's private life is impeccably clean. There was only Carly in the past. Now, with the addition of Celine, it wasn't hard to guess who he could be with.

Carly clenched her fist in anger, realizing Adam was with Celine! But her mood quickly shifted, and she broke into a bright smile. Turning to Jordan, she said, "Can you help me get something?"

Jordan was puzzled and asked, "What kind of something?"

Carly's red lips curved into a playful smirk as she uttered a single word, "Aphrodisiac."

In the club's bathroom, Celine's legs grew weak under Adam's kiss, and she almost collapsed to the floor. Adam's strong arms wrapped around her soft waist, steadying her. Celine's cheeks flushed red; just then, a string of notifications interrupted them as Adam received a video call. It was from Carly.

Adam glanced at Celine, then accepted the video chat.

Carly was sitting at a bar counter with a glass of alcohol. Leaning into the camera, she asked, "Adam, is Celine with you? She was drugged, wasn't she?" Adam didn't respond. Carly simply held up a small packet of powder, poured it into her drink, and downed it in one go as Adam watched.

Adam groaned, "Carly, what did you just drink?"

Carly's smile was dazzling. "An aphrodisiac."

Celine's slender frame shuddered at her words; she hadn't expected Carly to drug herself.

Adam's handsome face darkened. His voice was cold as he shouted, "Carly!"

An attractive man approached Carly at the bar and tried to strike up a conversation. "Hi, gorgeous. Can I buy you a drink?"

Carly gestured toward the video chat, pointing at Adam, and told the man, "That's my boyfriend. But if he doesn't show up within 30 minutes, I'm all yours tonight." The man, intrigued, agreed.

Carly's expression was bold, her eyes full of defiance as she said, "Adam, tonight, you have to choose—me or Celine. You can only have one woman in your life."

With that, Carly ended the video call. Adam's anger was palpable; his grip on his phone tightened as veins bulged on the back of his hand. The phrases "You can only have one woman in your life" and "Mom, you can only have one daughter" resonated similarly in Celine's mind, leaving her momentarily stunned.

The warmth of Adam's presence suddenly shed. He let go of her and stepped away, changing out of his damp clothes and into a fresh shirt and tailored trousers. He then turned to her, his deep, dark eyes locked on her face. "What's your type?"

Celine was momentarily baffled by the question. Adam elaborated, "Tell you what, you'd prefer…"

(The passage ends abruptly here.)