Adam Jones’s eyes darkened, and the hand that was originally grabbing her ankle suddenly loosened, covering her hand instead. His body spun, causing them both to tumble to the ground.
A muffled groan of pain escaped from Adam’s mouth, or more precisely, it was Adam who fell to the ground, with Elly Campbell shielded by him, her whole body landing squarely on top of him.
Her elbow just happened to jab into Adam’s chest, causing him so much pain that his expression turned somewhat ugly.
Elly, too, was startled by the sudden turn of events, and it took her several seconds to come to her senses, only then realizing that she was actually lying on top of Adam. Their posture looked quite intimate.
Elly’s cheeks burned, and she quickly tried to push herself off the ground. However, just as she was halfway up, Adam pressed her back down onto his firm chest.
The expression on Adam’s face eased after a while and improved a lot. Narrowing his deep eyes, he looked at Elly with dissatisfaction and said hoarsely, "You’re really burning the bridge after crossing the river. I just saved you, and you already want to leave?"
Elly’s face was ashen as she glared coldly at him and gritted her teeth, "Hasn’t President Jones ever heard that ’there is no need to thank someone for a huge favor’?"
"I’ve heard it. Doesn’t that mean that a huge favor can’t be settled with just a ’thank you’?"
Could there be such a shameless explanation?
"Then what do you want me to do to repay you, President Jones?"
She wanted to say that if it wasn’t for him grabbing her foot and making her unsteady, would she have fallen?
But Adam, such a thick-skinned scoundrel, might just come up with some other twisted logic. She didn’t want to argue with him about this kind of thing.
"For saving a life, it’s only natural to offer oneself in return. However, as you’re already my wife, offering oneself doesn’t count. At the very least, I should get some interest," he said.
As his voice fell, before Elly could react, Adam’s body pressed down on her a few inches more, not giving her the chance to struggle. Adam’s lips found hers, and he kissed her.
Elly was stunned. Her originally cold eyes flashed with countless shocks before turning into anger.
The brief window of freedom she had found was blocked by Adam once again.
Adam’s kissing skills were very good, stirring up a few provocations, which gradually caused Elly to become submissive from her initial resistance.
All her strength seemed to have been effortlessly drawn away, allowing Adam to take liberally as he pleased. Her limbs went limp, and she didn’t even have the strength to push him away.
The last bit of rationality in her mind told her that she shouldn’t sink so easily into the trap Adam had set for her. She had mistakenly fallen into it once before and shouldn’t repeat the same mistake.
But the emotions suppressed in her heart began to break through her already fragile rationality bit by bit, being captured by Adam’s advancing siege.
Their breathing grew heavy, and Adam’s hand began to move from her back toward the front, until Elly felt a cold chill at her chest. Only then did she snap back to her senses, regaining the rationality she had lost.
She abruptly reached up, grabbed Adam’s wrist, and her eyes instantly cleared.
With the surge of desire on the verge of explosion and interrupted abruptly by Elly, the heated depths of Adam’s eyes cooled off, punctuated with a hint of dissatisfaction. His voice was exceptionally hoarse as he called out her name, "Elly!"
Suppressing the wild pounding in her heart, Elly looked at Adam with a cold smirk, "Is that enough interest for you?"