Chapter 181

Dressed in a black silk pajama set, Adam stood on the balcony with a cigarette resting between his slender fingers. The swirling smoke obscured his expression, but his tightly furrowed brows hinted at his inner turmoil. He was smoking fast, the ashes falling in angry clumps, carrying specks of crimson sparks to the ground. He thought he was losing his mind. There was actually nothing wrong with the Terrestrial Suite. He had instructed the resort villa manager to make up that excuse because he simply didn't want Celine and Nathan to be alone in one room. The thought of her ordering those things filled his mind with images of what she and Nathan might be doing together. His emotions spiraled out of control, no matter how hard he tried to suppress them. In the dead of night, Adam suddenly became aware of the dark and forbidden thoughts he harbored toward Celine. He couldn't let her go. He couldn't stand the thought of her being with another man. He didn't love her, but he was addict