Adam stepped out of the bathroom in black silk pajamas, his short hair still damp and glistening. The fresh scent of his shower and the faint mist clinging to him made him look younger and even more dashing than in his usual suit. Celine stole a few glances, unable to deny his striking looks. Suddenly, a melodious ringtone broke the silence—Adam’s phone. He answered.

“Mr. Almarez, Dr. Chas agreed to meet you tomorrow at Haven Hospital,” Leo informed him.

Adam’s expression remained indifferent. “Last time, Dr. Chas showed up only to leave mysteriously. Tomorrow, I intend to see exactly who she is.”

A chill ran down Celine’s spine. It was clear Adam hadn’t forgotten being stood up, and he didn’t take it lightly. She knew she’d face the consequences of his anger the next day.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Adam turned to her. “Aren’t you going to shower?”

“Yes, right away!” Celine blurted, quickly escaping into the bathroom.

Adam frowned as he hung up, finding Celine just as irritating as Dr. Chas. Toweling his hair, he sat down to review some documents.

Moments later, Celine’s soft voice called from the bathroom. “Adam? Adam!”

He found the sweetness in her tone peculiar, so different from her usual sharp tongue.

“What is it?” Adam asked, standing at the door.

The door creaked open slightly, revealing Celine’s pitiful gaze. The shower had left her complexion glowing, her face flushed.

“Can I borrow one of your shirts?” Celine asked pleadingly.

“Didn’t they prepare any pajamas for you?” Adam asked.

“Yes, they did.” Celine held up a black lace lingerie set. “If you’d like to see me in this, I’ll put it on for you right away.”

Adam was speechless. Mary must be behind this, trying to spice things up.

He went to the wardrobe and grabbed a white shirt. “Don’t embarrass yourself. You don’t have what it takes to wear that lingerie.”

He tossed the oversized shirt over her head, covering her face.

Celine quickly yanked it off and glared at him with sparkling eyes. Then, she flung the lingerie at his face. “If I don’t have the figure for it, why don’t you try it?”

Adam was speechless. Celine slammed the door.

Somehow, his irritation dissipated, and a smile crept onto his face. Picking up the lacy garment, he glanced at it. Clearly, Mary had chosen it carefully. Without hesitation, he tossed it into the trash. Returning to the couch, he resumed his work. Before long, the bathroom door swung open, and Celine emerged.

Adam glanced at her. She was wearing his shirt, its oversized fit emphasizing her petite frame. The loose fabric hung just above her knees, making her look both innocent and alluring.

Adam admitted he hadn’t meant what he said. Celine not only had a pretty face, but a perfect figure.

Celine didn’t speak. After blow-drying her hair, she sat in front of the vanity and began her skincare routine. The table was cluttered with various products. She meticulously applied creams and lotions, leaving a pleasant fragrance in the air.

Although they had been married for over three years, Adam had never shared a bedroom with Celine—or any woman. This was his first time seeing a woman do her skincare routine, and he found it oddly fascinating.