"When I was at the hotel entrance just now, I thought it over carefully and felt that we still have a great need to catch up,"
Adam Jones’s deep voice continued from above her head, and Elly Campbell’s heart tightened again, forgetting to remove Adam’s hand from around her waist.
Looking up at Adam, who still had a smile in his eyes, her height of one meter seventy-something was not short among girls, but when Adam’s tall frame stood in front of her, that familiar yet unseen forceful pressure rushed over her.
Even though his brows looked gentle at the moment and his lips still carried a smile, it made Elly feel overwhelmed with pressure.
Elly was consciously avoiding the topic of her son when she heard Adam say, "Elly, my son is still with you, aren’t you planning to give him back to me?"
The corners of his mouth held a smile as he looked down at her from his height, his voice light, yet he dropped a bomb that Elly dared not catch.
He really did remember.
Elly, feeling guilty, avoided his gaze and didn’t respond to him.
Adam watched her evasive demeanor, and couldn’t help curving his lips, struggling to suppress the laughter in his eyes, he leaned in a bit closer to her, his husky voice filled with a magnetic quality as he said:
"You don’t think that I’ve forgotten and plan to play dumb with me, do you?"
Hit right on the mark by Adam, Elly’s face showed even more guilt, she pursed her lips and glared at him with a hint of anger in her eyes.
Adam noticed Elly’s ears turning faintly red and was somewhat surprised, and then he couldn’t help but let the corners of his lips rise upward.
This woman, who was always so proud and unyielding in front of him, was blushing? Rare indeed.
Was it because she was too close to him and feeling shy, or because her "cheating" had been found out, making her feel guilty?
Adam watched her dodging eyes with keen interest, and the rare expression brought a pleasantly enjoyable aspect to his gaze.
After a moment, Elly spoke with a stiff tone: "President Jones is a busy man and doesn’t pick up his son himself, do you expect me to personally deliver your son to you?"
Elly added inwardly, her delicate features etched with a touch of disdain.
Adam seemed to have guessed Elly’s thoughts, chuckled softly, leaned over to take the dry towel she was clutching, and, under her wary gaze, wiped away the droplets of water at the tips of her hair.
Elly was startled and was about to pull away when she heard Adam say, "If your attitude towards me was a bit better, maybe if I’m in a good mood, I might let my son stay with you a little longer."
These words were evidently effective, as Elly’s steps halted, and she let Adam continue to dry her hair.
Adam watched her small movement without a word but deepened the amusement in his eyes.
Putting aside those past unpleasantnesses, Adam found that the more time he spent with Elly, the more he could see different sides of her.
Efficient, decisive, sharp-tongued, scatterbrained, and right now... a bit childlike...hmm, cute.
He meticulously dried her hair, his fingers threading through her soft tresses, like a feather brushing across his heart, and the way he looked at her softened and became indulgent.
Elly, uncharacteristically cooperative, stood in front of him. Thinking of what Adam had just said, she held back again and again but eventually couldn’t help asking, "Are you serious?"