"Ex-husband! Ex-husband! Ex... mmph..."
Adam Jones was so angry that he bit down on her lip, causing her pain so intense that tears almost came out.
This time, Adam directly clasped her head, leaned in, and kissed her; his movements were rough and domineering, and his tongue awkwardly pried open Elly Campbell’s lips, leaving her no chance to dodge.
Elly’s eyes were filled with both anger and shock as she tried to escape, but her head was firmly gripped by Adam Jones.
But Adam’s kiss didn’t last long before he released her; his dark eyes landed on her angry face, his lips coldly curled, and his gaze full of warning.
"When did you become so obedient? Dare to say it again and see what happens?"
Elly glared at him furiously, her breaths heaving unrestrained, "I’ll say it!"
She was about to speak, but the words stopped short when she saw Adam’s narrowed eyes, and a stinging sensation flared on her lips. She licked them with her tongue, tasting a faint trace of blood.
She was unaware that the action of licking her lips seemed all too suggestive to someone watching her. Adam, observing from the side, made a subtle movement with his Adam’s apple, feeling a bit parched.
His eyes unintentionally deepened with warmth, even as he fought hard to suppress the blazing heat rising from the depths of his gaze.
However, Elly had no idea the extent of reaction her actions had invoked in someone. She truly felt the pain from the "nibble" she had received from Adam Jones.
She glared at him fiercely, "Are you a dog?"
Adam looked at her, his lips curving into a half-smile that wasn’t quite a smile, "You seem to remember quite a bit about me."
Elly was taken aback by his remark and then recalled that he was indeed born in the year of the dog. Seeing the smile in his eyes, she was instantly choked with rage.
Not wanting to argue further, she quickly descended the stairs. Adam stood at the top of the staircase, watching her receding figure, unable to resist chuckling softly.
"Ma’am, dinner is ready. Please come to eat," called Lynn softly.
Lynn Clark had seen William Campbell walk downstairs alone while Elly stayed upstairs alone with Adam, which left her feeling uneasy. Now that she saw Elly coming down from the upstairs in a huff, she assumed they had had another argument.
But when she caught sight of Elly’s slightly swollen upper lip, Lynn’s smile froze abruptly, a dim shadow flickering in her eyes.
She was worldly enough to know what a swollen lip like Elly’s indicated; a surge of acidity welled up inside her heart.
Weren’t they supposed to be divorced? How could they still engage in such intimacy?
Claiming to be divorced verbally, but still mucking around with her ex-husband privately—truly saying one thing and doing another.
Lynn was furious, the acidity rising within her almost drowning her sanity.
She placed the soup bowl forcefully in front of Elly, the collision between the bowl and the table particularly loud.
Elly furrowed her brows and, looking up, caught Lynn’s yet-to-be-hidden anger, "Lynn, what’s wrong?"
Lynn’s reason suddenly snapped back, realizing her recent behavior, and she became momentarily flustered, her eyes looking unnatural.
She quickly subdued her discontent and hastened to explain, "I just got a call from a classmate. The professor returned the essay I recently submitted. Just thinking about it makes me angry."
As she spoke, she forced a smile, though her heart grew restless.
Elly gave her a silent, long look, "Is that so?"