Adam leaned closer to Celine's face. His voice, husky from sleep, softened as he whispered, "Celine, did I hurt you? I'm sorry." He apologized again in a low voice.

Celine, still fast asleep, didn't respond. Her breath was soft and shallow. Even her hair held a sweet, delicate fragrance.

A burning sensation, like embers rolling through his throat, consumed Adam. Although he was looking at her youthful and seductive body, he couldn't resist lowering his head, tempted to kiss her fragrant, silky hair.

Just as he was about to, Celine let out a soft whimper and slowly opened her eyes. She had awakened.

Adam instantly snapped back to his senses, stunned and completely at a loss for his near actions. He couldn't believe he'd almost kissed Celine's hair. Despite encountering countless beautiful women, he was losing control around Celine. In a flurry, he released her, threw off the blanket, and climbed out of bed.

Celine sat up, unaware of what had just happened. She rubbed her eyes and asked, "You're awake? Has your fever gone down?" She got out of bed and reached out to check Adam's forehead.

Before she could touch him, he blocked her hand.

Celine was taken aback, unsure of his reaction and why he'd overreact to her touching his forehead.

Adam turned and walked straight to the bathroom. "I'm going to take a cold shower," he said.

Soon, the sound of running water echoed from inside.

Celine was bewildered. "Adam, why are you taking a cold shower so early in the morning? Your back injury can't get wet. Do you hear me?" Adam didn't respond.

Celine felt she was worrying unnecessarily. Unable to understand his strange behavior, she let him be.

That evening, Adam went to Club 1996. Finding Benjamin in a booth, he asked, "Do you have what I asked for?"

"Of course, Adam!"

Benjamin pulled out a bottle of medicinal oil. The Goodwin family's medicinal oil was a cherished heirloom, known for its remarkable effects.

"Adam, just apply this to the wound, and the scar will fade quickly. By the way, is it for Carly? Only she could make you come to me for something like this," Benjamin teased with a chuckle.

After taking the medicinal oil, Adam got up and intended to leave. But then he noticed a familiar figure—Celine, also at the club with Robin, who was muttering angrily, "Celine, who on earth hurt your waist? I'll chop off their hands!"

Adam remained silent, stepping forward to approach Celine. But he stopped, having spotted his close friend, Nathan Lynch.

Nathan called out to Celine, "Celine, I heard from Robin that you hurt your waist. Here's a bottle of medicinal oil for you." Nathan produced a bottle identical to Adam's.

"What the heck!" Benjamin was stunned. "Adam, Nathan also asked me for a bottle of medicinal oil for Celine!" He stared at Adam in disbelief. "No way. Did you ask me for the medicinal oil to give to Celine, too?"

Meanwhile, Celine accepted Nathan's ointment with a smile. "Thanks, Mr. Lynch."

Adam's expression darkened. He tossed the bottle back to Benjamin. "Cut the crap," he said, and turned to leave.

But someone looped an arm around him. "Adam, it turns out you're here." Carly had arrived.

Looking up, Adam saw Celine's cool gaze in his direction.