Adam's clothes were torn, leaving him nearly naked. Meanwhile, Celine, shivering with cold, clung to him. He gently pushed her hand away as she nestled her face in his neck, pleading, "Please don't. I'm so cold."

Her voice, weakened by illness, had a fragile, childlike quality. Even in good health, Adam knew she could be coquettish in their intimacy. She'd always been a bit of a devil, a side of her he hadn't seen since their divorce.

He struggled to restrain himself, but ultimately couldn't resist. His hands moved to her buttons, beginning to undress her. Chaos briefly erupted as he flipped her over, pinning her down. She hastily pulled at his shirt, tearing it partially and revealing his back. His torn white shirt accentuated the allure of his shoulder blades as Celine's cold hands clutched him.

He pressed against her, their skin touching—a clash of ice and fire. In that small mountain village bed, their passion ignited. She moaned softly, as if burned. Adam gazed at her delicate face, a captivating visage that stirred something deep within him. He pinched her jaw and kissed her.

She reacted as if plunged into a blazing furnace, her body engulfed in unbearable heat. She struggled, but he held her firmly. Something was forced into her mouth, causing her to sob. She pushed against his chest, crying, "Go away!"

The quiet village made Adam uneasy. He worried Cassidy, or someone else, might break in. He wrapped a blanket around them, whispering, "Shh, Celine. Keep quiet." He kissed her cheeks and earlobes, then gently moved her legs apart.

Celine frowned and protested, "Stop it."

Her long eyelashes fluttered as she slowly opened her eyes. Her gaze fell upon Adam's striking face, filling her with confusion and disorientation. The corners of his eyes gleamed with a vivid red hue. He saw her bewilderment, her innocent, perplexed expression tugging at his heart.

Men were often swayed by beauty, and Adam was no exception. He leaned down and kissed her again.

Celine dodged him, exclaiming, "Adam, why are you here? Let me go!"

His voice was hoarse. "How can we possibly let go of one another in this state?"

Celine's mind went blank. She remembered her struggles with Benjamin and wondered if Adam's appearance was connected. Now, he was here, shockingly taking advantage of her fever and weakened state. "Adam," she said, "have you forgotten we're divorced?"