His hands pinned Elly Campbell’s above her head, their eyes locked on each other. Just this pose alone was enough to stir wild thoughts.
The room’s lights were off, and the moonlight spilled through the window, illuminating Elly’s eyes.
Her eyes were always beautiful, large and round. Even when she looked at him angrily, there was a hint of seduction.
Her chest heaved with anger.
Just looking at her, Adam Jones felt an uncontrollable heat spreading from the pit of his stomach.
His Adam’s apple moved subtly, and the look in his eyes became scorching.
His suspended body involuntarily leaned down further, closing the already narrow space between them.
Seeing Adam’s gaze changing noticeably, Elly’s brows twitched, "Adam Jones, I told you to back off, did you hear me?"
As he moved even closer, his hot breath circulating around her nose, her heartbeat began to race, tense, repelling, and angry—various emotions swept over her.
Adam’s movements paused for a moment; her voice brought him back to his senses.
Realizing he had momentarily lost control, Adam frowned. He intended to move back, but seeing the undisguised disgust in Elly’s eyes, a surge of anger rose from his heart for no reason.
"Adam Jones! Back off!"
He smirked, not only did he not move, but his body pressed down further. His nose was against Elly’s, and the distance between their lips was less than ten centimeters.
A single word from either could lead to a touch.
The thin air, the tense atmosphere, made Elly’s head spin even more, the nauseous feeling in her stomach grew stronger.
"Adam Jones, I’m going to throw up."
Clenching her teeth and looking at Adam, she spoke with suppressed anger.
Adam’s face turned dark in an instant.
This damned woman dared to show such disdain for him.
He propped himself up, looking at her coldly, his words were spiteful, "Fine, throw up then, if you have the guts, do it..."
Before he could finish the word "come," Elly truly vomited, not only vomiting but also getting it all over him.
Adam’s face turned as dark as could be. His eyes nearly burst with fury at the sight of his white shirt smeared with the foul-smelling vomit, his complexion turning ashen.
His gaze shot towards Elly, seeing her with a furrowed brow and looking uncomfortable. The reproach that was on the tip of his tongue was forcefully swallowed back.
He pressed the bedside button to turn on the room’s lights. The bed was a mess, and the stench of alcohol made Elly’s queasiness even worse.
Seeing this, Adam quickly reacted, grabbing the trashcan at his feet and bringing it to Elly’s mouth just in time for her to throw up uncontrollably again.
At the sight of her , Adam could no longer hold a grudge. He held the trashcan in one hand and gently patted her back with the other, his touch becoming unconsciously gentle.
After Elly finally finished vomiting, he set the trashcan aside and poured her a glass of water, helping her drink it.
With her mouth still tasting the vile flavor, she took the water Adam offered and rinsed her mouth, finally feeling somewhat relieved.
"How are you feeling, any better?"
His voice softened especially, carrying an unintentional tension and concern.