Celine reached out to caress Adam's handsome face. Before her slender fingers touched him, however, he caught her hand and slowly opened his sleepy eyes. He kissed her petite hand, then looked up and asked, "You're up?"

His voice, husky and enchanting from sleep, held a captivating quality. His striking gaze softened as he looked at her with undeniable tenderness. Celine's face flushed slightly. "It's getting late. Time to get up."

Adam cradled her in his arms. "Stay a little longer." He needed more rest, but Celine sat up, insisting, "No. This is the women's dormitory. Everyone will wake up and find you here. You need to leave."

Adam's striking eyebrows arched; his captivating eyes glimmered with mischief. "We slept together last night, and you push me away this morning? Why so pragmatic, Celine?"

She was speechless. With a fierce glare, she threw off the quilt and moved around him to get out of bed. As soon as she stood, her legs gave way.

"Ah!" she cried.

Before she hit the ground, a strong arm encircled her slender waist, pulling her back. Adam lifted her. "Are you alright?"

How could she be? Celine punched him hard in the chest. She had just awakened, her unadorned face flushed, a single yellow hairpin askew amongst the vibrant ones in her hair. She glared at him coquettishly.

Adam chuckled, pleased by her playful gesture. He'd always been drawn to her fresh, innocent charm. Gently laying her on the bed, he leaned over with a smirk. "Feeling energetic? Let's do some morning exercises then." He kissed her.

Celine avoided his "exercises." "Adam, don't."

They were frolicking on the bed, the atmosphere thick with sweetness, the scent of love enveloping them. Then, Adam's hand slipped under her pillow, his fingertips brushing against something solid. He asked, "What's that under your pillow?"

It was the emerald necklace he'd given her in the cave that year. "You gave it to me," she replied. "Yeah," he said. Celine wanted to show him; she'd wondered if he remembered.

Just as she reached for it, a melodious ringtone sounded. It was his phone.

Adam answered to Lucy's panicked voice. "Hello, Mr. Alvarez… Carly has taken her own life. She cut her wrists."

Hearing this, Celine froze, mid-retrieval of the necklace. His presence lifted, his warmth vanished instantly. Adam rose, his striking features hardening into a mask of tension. "I'll be there shortly."