Celine kept calling out to Adam. Her melodious voice had attracted Ryan, who turned his head back several times to peek. Adam could only return to the room. A storm brewed on his face.

Celine was already in bed. Adam looked at her unhappily and snapped, “What did you think you were doing, summoning me like that? Are you a parrot?”

Celine was speechless. She had simply been trying to be kind.

“I’ll go take a cold shower,” Adam fumed, heading into the bathroom.

He returned a few minutes later, opened the blanket, and lay back down on the bed. They both lay quietly. Sounds still came from next door; Ilyan and his wife could be heard giggling and teasing each other. Even though they had lowered their voices, Adam and Celine could still hear them clearly.

Adam wanted another cold shower. He was about to fling his blanket open again when Celine moved. She had initially been sleeping near the edge of the bed, far from him, but she suddenly moved closer. Her soft, supple body pressed against his.

Adam caught a whiff of her enticing scent and paused. They were both mature adults. Her initiative to press herself against him in such a sexually charged environment made her intentions clear.

Adam lowered his head, looked at her, and asked, “What are you doing?”

Celine looked at him with shining eyes and replied, “What do you think I’m doing?”

His Adam’s apple bobbed. Suddenly, he heard a vibration; someone was calling him. He took out his phone to see that Carly was calling.

He answered and heard Carly’s playfully bratty voice say, “Why didn’t you reply to my WhatsApp messages, Adam?” He had forgotten to reply after she sent him her childhood photo.

Adam’s suave voice was abruptly cut short as Celine snaked her arms around him. She lay in his arms, her head tilted up, kissing his Adam’s apple.

Adam’s body tensed. He instantly saw red. He locked his hand on Celine’s shoulder, gesturing for her to stop. Celine had definitely done it on purpose, kissing him while he was on the phone with Carly. She had done it intentionally because every time she was with Adam, he would be summoned away by Carly’s calls; this time, she wanted to test his resilience.

Celine’s ruby-red lips wandered around his Adam’s apple. He had a prominent, well-defined Adam’s apple, as attractive as his handsome face.

The room was very quiet. Carly’s voice rang out again. “Why are you always so busy, Adam? What are you doing right now? Are you alone?” She was asking if he was alone.

Celine opened her mouth and nibbled his throat.

Adam couldn’t continue the call with Carly in this situation. He hung up immediately and pulled Celine away by her shoulders. His husky, hoarse voice warned, “Stop biting.” The last time she bit his throat, it left a mark that took days to disappear; he had to button his shirt all the way up to cover it during his many daily meetings. She was doing it again. Celine really liked biting him, leaving her mark, and seeing him overcome with desire.

She tilted her head and started kissing his jawline, moving up towards his face. The hand Adam had on Celine’s shoulder tightened. He didn’t know whether to hold her closer or push her away. His eyes fluttered as he tried and failed to push her away, finally resigning himself to her kisses.

His phone vibrated again; Carly was calling back. Adam reached for his phone only to feel the soft touch of Celine’s lips on his. She had captured his lips with hers.

Adam’s eyes were bloodshot. He pushed her away instantly and exclaimed, “Celine!”

Celine tilted her face, her naive-looking face now tinged with allure. “Aren’t you going to answer Carly’s call?”

Adam and Celine were legally married, but it felt like they were having an affair behind Carly’s back. Adam’s kiss was ferocious; it felt like punishment. He fastened onto her soft, red lips, then kissed her with the intensity of a raging thunderstorm, robbing her of breath while holding her close.