The Divorce Prescription (Celina and Adam) novel Chapter 708

Nigel remained silent. Before he could react, his shirt buttons popped loose, revealing his muscular chest.

Fiona's fingers trailed over the heat of his firm muscles as she pressed against him, curling around him like a vine.

His Adam's apple bobbed, but he let her hold on to him.

The warmth of his body eased her discomfort, though her face was still pale.

"What about Carly…"

"Don't worry. I've already sent someone to follow her. Nothing will happen," Nigel reassured her.

"It's good that she wants to be part of my company, but her ambition is too much. She wants to climb straight to the top. I need to talk to her."

Carly's upbringing had always been a headache for both of them.

Nigel said, "I know."

Suddenly, Fiona glanced up at him. "Nigel, you're having a boner!"

His gaze darkened, and his eyes lingered on her stunning face for only a second before he leaned down to kiss her.

However, she avoided him.

With a swift motion, he rolled over and pinned her beneath him.

She pushed at his chest. "What are you doing?"

Nigel responded, "I'm having a boner now, so what do you think I'm going to do to you?"

Suddenly, Fiona slid her hand into his pocket, fumbling around.

"Fiona!" Nigel called out.

Did she not see him as a man?

Fiona pulled his phone from his pocket. "Since you have a need, I'll help you out. I'll call Anne for you."

She started dialing Anne's number.

Nigel frowned. "Fiona, are you done with this nonsense? I've told you before—nothing ever happened between me and Anne."

Her silk blouse had come undone, and the fabric slipped apart. His hand slid beneath it, his fingertips grazing her skin.

The edge of his expensive watch peeked from under her shirt. It stood out against the heat between them, polished and controlled.

Fiona's once-pale face was now flushed. She pushed against his hand and asked, "Nigel, what are you trying to do? Have you no shame?"

His voice was low and hoarse as he replied, "Didn't we used to do this all the time? Anywhere, anytime."

She stiffened. Of course, she hadn't forgotten.

Their marriage had been one of power and strategy, a union between two elite families.

However, they had been surprisingly in sync, especially in bed.

Nigel had been everything one could expect from a husband in a high-society marriage.

He was the one she had chosen, after all.

No one had arranged their engagement for her—she had picked him herself.