Chapter 426

“Adim, I’m calling Carly!” Celine shouted. Since Petry’s call hadn’t fazed him, she’d try Carly. She’d let Carly see what was happening.

Sure enough, the man on top of her stopped. Adam looked down at her from above. Celine smirked coldly. She knew mentioning Carly’s name would work.

“Adam, get out of my house right now! I’ll make sure Carly knows you sexually harassed me tonight. Carly might not be able to do much herself, but she can make sure you don’t get away with this.”

Adam’s gaze burned into her. His voice husky, he asked, “Celine, what’s wrong?”

Celine was caught off guard. She’d just threatened him with Carly, so why was he asking this? What was wrong?

Adam lowered his head and pressed a soft kiss to her earlobe. “Celine, you’re leaking.”

Since getting pregnant, her body had become more sensitive. Her chest had been swollen, and last night, some white liquid had leaked. Panic exploded in her mind. She shoved him away, yelling, “Get off me!”

However, Adam gripped her chin and silenced her protest with another deep kiss. His lips were forceful and hungry, overwhelming her. Then, they started moving downward.

Celine’s face flushed scarlet. She could feel the rock-hard tension in his muscles—he was obviously aroused. This man—wealthy, powerful, dangerously experienced—knew exactly what he was doing.

“Adam, you pervert! Let me go! I swear I’ll call Carly!”

She pulled up Carly’s contact on WhatsApp and immediately started a video call. The ringing sound echoed between them.

“Adam, I’m calling her on video. Stop it right now!”

The call connected, and Carly’s beautiful face appeared on the screen. Carly was hospitalized for monitoring her heart condition. She was lying in bed. Beside her, Lucy was peeling an apple. They had been discussing Celine just moments before; Celine’s heart could save Carly’s life, and Carly was determined to obtain it.

“Mom, I have to get Celine’s heart at all costs.”

Lucy studied her. “Don’t worry, Carly. I’m sure we’ll figure something out.”

Just as they were speaking, Celine’s video call popped up.

Superseding, “Celine, what a surprise! You actually called me first. What’s wrong? Are you finally willing to donate your heart to me? Not that it matters—”

Every sentence Carly uttered pierced the apple. “Carly, some people know when to quit. You should just age gracefully.”

But before Carly could continue, Celine’s panicked voice shouted through the waves of sound, “Carly! Help me!!”

Celine’s face, crimson like a sunset, radiated a breathtaking terror. “Carly, please get Mr. Alyaier under control! He broke into my apartment and—”

Her camera tilted downward slightly, and Carly saw the person lying on top of Celine. Dressed in a custom-tailored suit, Adam was pressing Celine into the bed, his actions aggressive.

Carly gasped in shock, a sharp pain lancing through her chest. Her mind went blank, unable to process what she was seeing. What were Adam and Celine doing?