A blind date? Adam's demeanor instantly changed. He loosened his shirt buttons. Robin's WhatsApp messages arrived with a couple of dings, followed by automatically playing audio clips that echoed clearly in the room.

"Celine, check this guy out—ripped abs, a gym enthusiast. Do you like him? You could rest your head on his abs and fall asleep!

"And this one! He looks shy and obedient, like a little puppy. He looks like a lot of fun!

"What about this one? A corporate elite with gold-rimmed glasses, looking so cold and aloof. Should we have him kneel and serenade you?

"Celine, all these men are part of your harem. Take your pick!"

Adam's lips pressed into a grim line. He genuinely hadn't known Celine had a so-called "harem of handsome men."

At that moment, Celine picked up her phone and replied with a voice message: "Alright, I'll be there soon." Turning, she saw Adam standing behind her.

She held out a piece of paper. "Mr. Alvarez, this is Grandma's medicinal soup recipe. Boil it over high heat every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday for an hour. Make sure she drinks it while it's still warm!"

Adam glanced at the paper. So this was what she had been writing earlier? It was a detailed recipe, written in her neat, delicate handwriting, listing various medicinal ingredients.

He looked at her. "You know medicine?"

Celine responded nonchalantly, "A little. I studied it."

Adam didn't take the paper. "For safety's sake, I'll have a doctor review the recipe."

Celine wasn't surprised. She knew Adam had never thought much of her, merely viewing her as a simple country girl. She could understand. After all, Adam was a man born into privilege, a golden boy of high society.

Without another word, she placed the recipe on the table, picked up her bag, and said, "I won't come to the Alvarez Residence anymore. You can find a time to tell Grandma about our divorce."

With that, she turned and walked toward the door. But Adam grabbed her slender wrist, stopping her. "Where are you going this late?"

Celine paused, trying to pull her wrist free. "Mr. Alvarez, let go."

Adam stared at her cool, detached face. It was so different from last night. Last night, she had been a temptress, clinging to him with captivating eyes, kissing him passionately. She had been the one teasing him, and now she was pulling away without a second thought.

Adam sneered. "Who are you going to meet this late? The guy with eight-pack abs, the puppy type, or the aloof one? Celine, I didn't realize you were so bold. Be careful you don't end up with something dirty."

With her wrist still in his grip, Celine swung her free hand and slapped him hard across the face. Adam's head turned from the force of the slap, his sharp features momentarily thrown into shadow. Her palm stung from the force of the blow.

Adam's eyes flashed a dangerous red as he pushed her backward. Her knees hit the edge of the bed, and she fell onto the soft mattress. In the next second, the room darkened as Adam's tall figure loomed over her. He pinned her down, glaring at her.

"Celine, are you addicted to slapping me?" he asked. This was the second time she had hit him. Even Carly wouldn't dare to do so. If he so much as frowned at Carly, she would rush to appease him. Who did this woman think he was? Did she really believe she could strike him whenever she pleased?

Celine's icy gaze met his. "So you do now understand that playing around with multiple partners can lead to STDs. Were you conveniently forgetting that when you offered to find me one—or several—last night?"

Adam froze, momentarily stunned.