Despite Adam’s questions, Celine hung up without a word, leaving him speechless. “Damn you, Celine. How dare you hang up on me!” he thought.
Noticing Alfred Wales, the butler, approaching, Adam ordered, “Alfred, call Mrs. Alvarez. Tell her Grandma isn’t feeling well and she needs to come back immediately!”
Alfred was taken aback. “But, Mr. Alvarez, Mrs. Alvarez Senior is sleeping soundly after taking Mrs. Alvarez’s medicinal soup. She’s fine.”
Adam rolled his eyes. “Just lie. You know?”
Alfred was startled. “Mr. Alvarez, I don’t think that’s a good idea. Mrs. Alvarez has been taking care of you and Mrs. Alvarez Senior for the past three years. She’s worked hard. Why not let her have a little time to relax this evening?”
Adam’s tone turned cold. “Alfred, make the call.”
Noticing the sharp glare, Alfred quickly pulled out his phone. “Yes, Mr. Alvarez. Right away!”
Adam crossed his arms, his forehead throbbing with anger. This household was outrageous—no one listened to him anymore. And it was all Celine’s fault; she had been completely spoiled by Mary.
Half an hour later, Celine rushed over. “Grandma! Is Grandma alright?” she asked anxiously as she opened the door. However, to her surprise, the living room was completely silent and pitch black. “Why aren’t the lights on?” She reached for the wall light.
Suddenly, a large hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her hard. Celine gasped and found herself being pulled into a warm, firm chest. The man wrapped his arms around her and forcefully pushed her against the wall. Despite the darkness, Celine knew who it was. After all, there was only one person who dared to act so rudely in the Alvarez residence.
Trying to push him away, Celine asked, “What are you doing, Adam?”
Adam let out a low, cold laugh. “Adam? Didn’t you say you don’t know me? Wasn’t I just a stranger to you?”
After adjusting to the darkness, Celine could make out his sharp, gloomy expression under the faint moonlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows beside them. Feeling confused, Celine asked, “Adam, are you seriously mad because I said I didn’t know you? Only a handful of people in your circle even know about our marriage. What was I supposed to do? Announce it and make you look like a jerk while Carly is branded the mistress?”
Furious at her sharp words, Adam grabbed her chin. “How noble of you. Are you sure you’re not denying it because you’ve already lined up your next target?”
“Next target? What are you talking about?”
“Nathan Lynch!”
Adam’s shout startled Celine. She finally realized he had misunderstood her relationship with Nathan. However, instead of explaining, she simply smiled. “Adam, we agreed to stay out of each other’s personal lives. I didn’t say a word about you dancing intimately with Carly at the club, so you should stay out of my business with Nathan.”
Celine tried to push past him, but Adam’s hand clamped down on her shoulder, pinning her back against the wall. The impact sent a dull ache through her shoulder, making her gaze turn icy.
“Adam, let me make this clear—I was nice to you because I had a crush on you. But that doesn’t give you the right to treat me however you please. I’m over you, Adam!”