"It’s getting late, you should go back," she said.
Adam Jones had just returned to the living room when he heard Elly Campbell issue the order for him to leave.
Adam gave her a cold look and walked over to the sofa, where he casually seated himself. With his long legs lazily crossed and his body leaning against the back of the sofa, he exuded an air of effortless charm.
Even though he was sitting and looking up at Elly Campbell, his presence seemed to dominate hers.
"No rush, I live close by," he replied.
The apartment Elly Campbell lived in was in a business district with several high-end luxury hotels nearby, so she assumed that he was staying in one of those hotels.
"But I want to go to sleep, Mr. Jones."
Could he not take a hint with such an obvious order to leave?
Elly Campbell looked at Adam indifferently, marveling at how thick-skinned he was becoming.
Adam looked at her and raised his eyebrows slightly, with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile. His gaze lingered on a certain spot as he said, "It’s clear what you’re thinking, are you so eager to ’go to sleep’?"
He emphasized the words "go to sleep," and even Elly Campbell, who was intent on sending him away, could detect a strange undertone in his words at that moment.
Following his gaze, she looked down and her face turned dark in an instant.
She reached out to grab a cushion from the sofa to hold in front of her, and her eyes flared with anger as she glared at Adam, "Adam Jones, have you no shame?"
Adam’s lips curled into a mild smile, but his eyes had a devilish glint, "You were the one who said you wanted to sleep, and you were the one who dressed like that. How has it become my shamelessness?"
He noticed the iron hue of her face and the hint of red on her earlobes, which improved his mood considerably.
As he stood up from the sofa and took a small step forward, he was suddenly in front of Elly Campbell. The sudden assertiveness made her heart skip a beat, and before she could evade, she was tightly clasped in Adam’s arms.
"Did you think seducing me with your beauty would make me forget about the custody of my son?" he said.
Adam’s voice was husky and suggestive, his eyes locked on her with a teasing, almost lascivious gaze. In this moment, it was unclear whether he was flirting or genuinely aroused.
Each time Adam trapped her , Elly Campbell felt her body go rigid and her heart rate accelerate. She struggled instinctively, her facial expressions shifting unpredictably.
"Adam Jones, can’t you stop using this tactic every time?" she growled at him, a flicker of anger in her eyes.
As Adam’s gaze deepened and the fiery glow in his eyes intensified, Elly Campbell sensed trouble, especially with the hand wrapped around her waist tightening.
A hint of amusement touched Adam’s smoldering eyes. His free hand gently caressed Elly Campbell’s smooth, dewy cheek as he chuckled, "It seems you’ve remembered quite well what I’ve done to you. Do you miss me that much?"
Her rage growing, Elly Campbell, unable to escape, resolved to lift her foot and kick toward Adam’s knee. But just as she lifted her foot, Adam caught her ankle.
Having used all her strength to try and kick Adam off, her balance faltered when he seized her ankle, and she toppled backward.
With a shock in her eyes, she instinctively grabbed Adam’s collar, and they both fell to the ground.