Celine shouted, "Adam, don't!" pushing him away with all her strength. Adam's eyes, already clouded with desire, met hers. He leaned forward, attempting to kiss her again.

"Adam, we're divorced. Think about Carly!" she reminded him sharply.

The mention of Carly was like a bucket of cold water. He froze. Seizing the opportunity, she turned and ran.

Adam was stunned. He didn't even know what had come over him. Carly was his girlfriend, and he knew he had a responsibility to her. Yet, he couldn't stop himself from being drawn to Celine; she was like a spell he couldn't break.

After the barbecue, everyone returned to the resort hotel. Adam walked ahead with two senior students, while Celine strolled alongside Randall. Adam glanced at them; Randall was saying something, and Celine laughed brightly.

One of the seniors asked, "Adam, you're staying in room 621. Is that fine?"

Adam's face was expressionless. "Which room is Randall in?" he replied curtly.

"Randall is in room 609, right across from Celine's room," the senior answered.

Another senior suggested, "Adam, I think Randall and Celine make a good match. We should help them out and create some opportunities for them to spend time together."

It seemed everyone wanted to pair Celine and Randall.

Adam pressed his lips into a thin line. "They're not a good match," he said firmly. The words hung in the air, leaving the seniors momentarily stunned.

He added, "I want to stay in room 607."

One of the seniors immediately offered his room card for 607. "Adam, I'm in room 607. Let's switch."

Adam took the card and said curtly, "Thanks."

After entering his new room, Adam shut the door. The seniors exchanged confused glances.

One murmured, "Why does Adam want to stay across from Celine, too?"

Another remarked, "Did you hear how he said Randall and Celine aren't a good match? I swear that sounded like jealousy!"

Someone gasped, "Oh my God, could Adam also like Celine?"

A senior chimed in, "Honestly, don't you think Adam and Celine are a better match?"

Someone pulled out a camera and showed a photo they had taken earlier. In it, Adam and Celine stood under a black umbrella as snow softly fell. Adam looked handsome and dignified, while Celine appeared elegant and ethereal. They looked like a perfect pair.

Returning to his room, Adam showered before lying down on the bed. Taking out his phone, he opened WhatsApp. Celine still hadn't accepted his friend request. He frowned. After a moment, he sent another request, this time with a simple message: "Accept my friend request." The message, though short, was as domineering as ever. Yet, there was no response.

Adam chuckled bitterly, shaking his head. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep.

Not long after, the sound of the door opening startled him awake. Celine slipped into the room. Fresh from a shower, she wore one of his white shirts. Her long, fair legs were bare, exuding a mix of purity and seductive allure. She climbed into bed, slipping under his covers. Adam felt her soft body wriggling against him. His eyes snapped open. Celine's head popped out, her face glowing with a playful smile.

"Mr. Alvarez, you're awake?" she teased softly.

Adam jolted upright, realizing it was all a dream.