Chapter 135
He didn't grant her permission to leave. Celine tried to free her delicate wrist, but Adam's long, commanding fingers gripped her tightly, dragging her along mercilessly.
"Let go of me! Where are you taking me?"
His stride was long and unrelenting, forcing Celine to stumble as she struggled to keep up. He marched her out of the spa and shoved her into his Rolls-Royce, driving off without a word.
Later, the car pulled up in front of the Alvarez Group. Adam pulled her out of the car and into the building without pausing. That night, the tech department employees were working late to meet a deadline. Some were about to grab a coffee when they noticed their overbearing CEO striding in, dragging a breathtakingly beautiful woman. Traces of sleepiness vanished instantly.
"Good evening, Mr. Alvarez."
Adam didn't spare them a glance, pulling Celine straight toward his office. The tech department buzzed with excitement once the office door shut behind them.
"Our CEO's wife? Oh my god, she's like an angel!"
Someone snapped a photo of Celine and shared it in the company's real-time chat group. The group exploded with chatter.
"Is this the same woman who got into a fight at university and had Mr. Alvarez called in during an important meeting?"
"She's gorgeous—more beautiful than Carly."
"That's why she's the wife, and Carly is Carly."
"Looks like Mrs. Alvarez is causing trouble again. Did you see the look on Mr. Alvarez's face? He's probably about to give her a serious scolding."
"I'm shipping them so hard I've fainted from it!"
Inside the CEO's office, Adam shoved Celine inside and slammed the door. He tore off his tie with rough, almost violent motions, radiating dangerous energy.
"Celine, explain yourself."
Celine hesitated, guilt flashing through her. She didn't know why someone who should have been having a candlelit dinner with Carly had caught her red-handed. When she stayed silent, Adam stepped closer, his imposing figure towering over her. His breath was heavy, and his eyes narrowed into a cold smile as he spoke. "Was it you who took Hailey out for bubble tea?"
He began listing her supposed wrongdoings. Seeing her lie so blatantly, Adam's broad chest rose and fell with barely contained rage.
"Did you, or did you not, take Grandma for a foot massage?"
"I really underestimated you. Is there anything you won't do? It's bad enough that you can't behave, but now you've dragged Grandma and Hailey into this!"
Juan's outburst made Celine's shoulders tremble, but she lifted her chin defiantly, her voice steady despite the fear.
"Why are you yelling at me! I haven't said a word about you and Carly, so what's wrong with me going for a foot massage? How dare you talk back?"
Adam's eyes darkened as he shoved her backward. Her back collided with the cold, unyielding surface of the window. Before she could recover, his tall, powerful frame pressed against her, trapping her between him and the glass. Then, Adam's large, strong right hand closed around her slender neck, his fingers locked around her throat. He glared at her face with a mix of rage and disbelief.
"Celine, you must have a death wish."
The air around her seemed to grow thinner, and she gasped. "Let go of me!"
Adam's eyes lingered on her angelic, doll-like face, still taut with rage. How she disrupts him, his emotions, and shows no remorse.
His grip tightened. Was he really going to strangle her?
Pressed against the cold glass, in desperate measures, Celine stood on her tiptoes, leaning forward. Her soft lips pressed against Adam's. His tall frame stiffened.
Celine's lips lingered against his for a moment before she parted them slightly, kissing him gently. Her lips traced the sharp contours of his mouth. Adam couldn't remember the last time they kissed. But this kiss sent a numbing heat coursing through his entire body.