Chapter 136

Adam panted heavily, his weight pressing down entirely on Celine. Damn it. His body seemed to remember her. He hadn't even touched Carly. Most men would crave a little romance or passion at his age, but he'd always been indifferent to such things. It never felt like something he was missing. And then he met Celine. Especially that stormy night when she helped him. That night, she let him taste something he'd never experienced before. Now, every time he came into contact with her, that feeling resurfaced, stirring him in ways he couldn't control. And he hated it. His grip loosened on her slender neck, and Celine sucked in big gulps of fresh air. He was so heavy. She pressed her hands against his strong, chiseled chest, trying to shove him off. "Adam, let go of me!" Adam's sharp eyes glinted, catching a faint, eerie tinge of red. Bracing his hands against the floor-to-ceiling window behind her, he lowered his intense gaze onto her. "Still gonna say you didn't drink bubble tea?"