Yet the footsteps behind her drew closer to the bedside until Adam Jones’s voice followed, "Get up and take your medicine."
Elly Campbell’s body stiffened for a moment, and as she turned her head, she saw Adam Jones standing at the bedside, holding a glass of water in one hand and two white pills in the other.
There was a slight surprise in her eyes, for the Adam Jones in her memory was not a man of such tenderness, especially towards her.
Thus, when he had left without another word after asking if her head hurt earlier, she didn’t think much of it, simply feeling that Adam Jones was naturally a cold person. She hadn’t expected him to actually go and get her medicine.
Even though she was repulsed by Adam Jones, she wasn’t about to joke with her own health to spite him. She sat up, took the water and pills he handed her, and swallowed them in one gulp. She glanced at him and thanked him.
Just as she was preparing to lie back down, Adam Jones gestured to her with his hand, "Come here."
Even though she had just accepted his kindness, the look Elly Campbell gave Adam Jones was still far from friendly.
Adam Jones grew annoyed at her defensive manner and, too lazy to explain, directly pulled her out of bed.
Elly Campbell darkened her face, about to get angry, but then she felt Adam Jones’s fingers lightly pressing on her temples, rubbing them gently in circles with the right amount of strength.
Elly Campbell’s body suddenly tensed; although she wanted to push him away, she had to admit that his massaging technique was skilled. With his circular motions, her head seemed to hurt less.
"Try drinking that much again next time?"
Adam Jones’s deep voice, tinged with irritation, sounded above her head. Elly Campbell, enjoying the care of President Jones, opened her eyes slightly. Those eyes, once muddled by the hangover, were now crystal clear.
Upon hearing Adam Jones’s words, she quietly chose not to argue and remained silent.
Adam Jones massaged her for a long while, and when Elly Campbell felt much better, she said in a hoarse voice, "That’s enough, thank you."
Saying this, she distanced herself from Adam Jones and lay back on the bed.
Adam Jones stood by the bed without leaving. His tall stature blocked the moonlight pouring in from the window, casting a shadow over the bed and enveloping Elly Campbell completely.
"What an ungrateful woman."
Elly Campbell’s expression tensed briefly, then she said with a cold face, "How would President Jones like me to repay him?"
Adam Jones then sat down by the bed. His normally cold eyes now held a hint of a smile, making him seem much softer and more approachable than usual.
That made Elly Campbell vaguely recall the Adam Jones she met when she was a child.
Back then, she was just eight years old, and Adam was twelve when he came to the Campbell family with Old Master Jones and the Old Lady.
At that time, she was a little girl craving for her father’s love. James Campbell seldom spent time with her, and when she tried to initiate a conversation, he rejected her with a cold face.
She was very disappointed then, sitting by the pond, silently shedding tears.
It was Adam Jones who sat down beside her at that time, chatting with her and telling her jokes, his presence warm as if he radiated light, making Elly Campbell instantly feel as if the world wasn’t so bad even without a father.
She even secretly vowed in her heart that when she grew up, she would definitely marry Brother Adam and become his wife, taking good care of him.