The Divorce Prescription (Celina and Adam) novel Chapter 963

Before long, Jonah's kisses moved from Hailey's cheek to the delicate curve of her neck, his hands beginning to wander.

Hailey opened her eyes and pushed him away.

Jonah's bloodshot eyes met hers as he rasped, "What's wrong?"

"Mr. Pilsner, what are you trying to do? Didn't you say you have no feelings for me? Didn't you say it's over between us?" Hailey asked.

Jonah stared at her and replied, "I did say that… but you're the one who's been tempting me, Hailey. You're the one pulling me in!"

"So just because I seduce you, you're supposed to fall for it? Does that mean you can't say no whenever I make a move?"

Jonah fell silent. Deep down, she probably already knew the truth, so why ask?

Maybe she wanted to hear it out loud, to relish the feeling of holding the upper hand.

He was that kind of shameless man—all it took was the slightest curl of her finger.

"Mr. Pilsner, are you mute now?" Hailey snapped.

Jonah said nothing. Instead, he pulled her close and kissed her.

But this time, Hailey resisted, pushing against him.

He pinned her against the door, spinning her until she faced the wall. His fiery kisses came relentlessly.

"Jonah, stop it!" she cried, struggling under his touch.

His hand crept toward the hem of her nightgown.

"Jonah!" she gasped. "I'm still pregnant!"

The words hit him like a splash of cold water. He buried his face in her hair, breathing heavily.

"I'm a man," he murmured. "When you tempt me like that… how could I not react?"

The moment felt charged, almost forbidden. Jonah was the whole package—handsome, wealthy, and impeccably fit.

With him standing so close, Hailey couldn't help but feel something ignite deep within her.

Her legs weakened, and she began to slide toward the floor. Suddenly, Jonah lifted her effortlessly, cradling her in his arms.

He carried her to the bedroom and gently laid her down on the soft, plush bed.

Without a word, he disappeared into the bathroom. Hailey heard the steady sound of running water—he must be taking a cold shower.

Her cheeks burned as she hid beneath the covers. Tonight had completely slipped beyond her control.

A few minutes later, Jonah appeared, water droplets still clinging to his skin. He approached the bed and whispered, "Rest well. I'm leaving now."

Hailey lay there, watching him. His damp hair fell over his forehead, and the crisp white shirt he wore made him look both youthful and magnetic.

His eyes met hers—a perfect mix of innocence and desire. He was utterly captivating.