Chapter 220
Leo brought the Rolls–Royce to a smooth stop.
Adam turned his sharp gaze toward Nikki.
“Get out.”
He was leaving her on the side of the road.
Nikki climbed out of the car. But before she could even process what had just happened, the luxury vehicle roared to life and sped off, leaving her in a cloud of exhaust fumes.
Furious, Nikki stomped her foot, her frustration simmering beneath the surface.
Meanwhile, Celine had already arrived at Alvarez Residence. She sat comfortably on the living room couch, chatting casually with Mary.
Before long, the grand front doors swung open. A gust of cold air swept through the room, carrying with it the commanding presence of a tall, elegant figure.
Adam had returned.
The housekeeper greeted him with a polite bow. “Good evening, Mr. Alvarez.”
At the entrance, Adam exchanged his shoes for house slippers, his long strides carrying him toward the living room. His dark eyes fell on Celine.
The two hadn’t seen each other since that day in the campus infirmary
She had grown thinner since then, and her already petite frame seemed even more fragile now. Her strikingly beautiful face had taken on an ethereal, almost distant quality.
She was still dressed in her uniform, having come straight from the university.
A crisp white blouse tucked neatly into a plaid skirt layered under a fitted jacket. Her jet–black hair was pulled into a high ponytail, giving her a fresh, youthful appearance. She looked every bit the image of innocent college charm.
Adam’s gaze lingered briefly on her, but he said nothing.
“Adam, you’re back. Let’s eat,” Mary called.
The three of them gathered in the dining room. Mary took her usual seat at the head of the table, while Adam and Celine sat
across from each other.
A housekeeper approached, carefully setting a steaming bowl of soup in front of Adam. He picked up his spoon and took a sip, only to pause with a slight frown. “Grandma, what is this soup?”
Mary smiled mischievously. “It’s fertility soup, good for your health.”
Adam was momentarily speechless.
“Adam, do you remember what I told you last time? You’re not getting any younger, It’s time for you and Celine to give me a great -grandchild. Now hurry up and finish that soup, I want to hold a great–grandbaby tonight.”
Adam’s gaze rested on Celine from across the dining table.
She lifted her eyes to meet his briefly before turning to Mary. “Grandma, I have to go back to campus tonight,” she said softly.
Mary blinked in surprise. “Celine, you rarely come home. Can’t you stay the night?”
“Grandma, I’ve been busy with my coursework lately,” Celine replied.
Mary reached over to place a piece of sweet vinegar pork ribs onto Celine’s plate. “Celine, you’ve lost weight recently. Eat more After dinner, let Adam drive you back.”
Adam’s gaze lingered on Celine.
She didn’t respond to Mary’s suggestion. Instead, she lowered her long lashes, quietly picked up the piece of pork ribs with her fork, and took a small bite.
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There was something about her quietness tonight, and it tugged at something deep in Adam’s chest.
After dinner, Celine rose from her seat. Adam grabbed his car keys and followed her out the door.
As they walked side by side, a faint scene drifted toward Celine. Sweet, ripe peaches. It was the same perfume Nikki always wore. Earlier, in the VIP hospital room, Nikki had sprayed this exact perfume with an almost smug air, mentioning that her “boyfriend
was coming to pick her up.
Celine’s face turned pale. The realization hit her like a cold gust of wind.
It all made sense now. In all of Mercity, the only person powerful enough to launch Nikki’s meteoric rise was Adam, the city’s wealthiest man.
Adam was Nikki’s sugar daddy.
Celine had suspected it for a while, but deep down, she hadn’t wanted to believe it.
The two of them continued walking across the expansive lawn toward the sleek luxury car parked ahead. Breaking the silence, Adam asked casually, “What made you decide to come home tonight?”
“Mr. Alvarez, do you have time tomorrow?”
Adam glanced at her. “Why?”
“Let’s go to city hall and get a divorce,” she said.
Adam froze mid–step.
Celine stood her ground, her delicate features unwavering. “Adam, I want a divorce. I don’t want to wait even one more day.”
