The doctor looked at Adam Jones with an inquiring gaze and silently thought, "Mr. Jones, I hope my performance was satisfactory."
Adam Jones gave him a pleased look and then said to Elly Campbell, "Let’s go back."
The medical room’s floor was connected to the one where Elly Campbell was staying, so it wasn’t far to go from there.
Elly Campbell accompanied Adam Jones back to the hotel room. Thinking of the doctor’s orders, and being a doctor herself, she naturally knew the specifics of a concussion. After some thought, she eventually compromised.
She looked at Adam Jones, biting her lip and hesitantly said, "Why don’t you... stay here tonight?"
His straightforward reply made her feel like she had been outmaneuvered for some reason.
But then she saw the injury on his forehead and his slightly pale complexion, Elly Campbell pushed away the fleeting thought.
"I still have a lot of work to deal with. You should rest on your own, and let me know if you need anything."
Elly Campbell returned to her desk and reopened her laptop, ready to work, when Adam Jones approached her. Just as she looked up, he rested his hand on the edge of her laptop and said, "I need help now."
"I need to take a bath."
She suddenly had the odd impression that Adam Jones was teasing her.
"President Jones, there’s a problem with your brain, not your hands, do you really need my help to take a bath?"
Elly Campbell gave him an indifferent look.
"Did you forget what the doctor said? The concussion caused by the poisoning is accompanied by intermittent dizziness. What if I faint in the bathroom and something happens?"
He spread his hands helplessly, "I don’t want you to become a widow."
Although she felt that Adam Jones was deliberately making it difficult for her, the thought of him possibly fainting in the bathroom was too dire to ignore. Elly Campbell frowned and after a moment of silence said, "Then don’t bathe, it’s winter and you haven’t sweated much."
"I can’t sleep without taking a bath."
"But with your current condition, how can you bathe?"
Elly Campbell spat out, grinding her teeth with irritation. When had he become so fastidious?
"That’s why I need your help now."
Elly Campbell gripped the pen in her hand tightly, then released it, repeating the action.
"Either you go in by yourself or don’t at all, I have work to do."
After dropping those words, she stopped paying attention to Adam Jones. Just thinking about having to watch Adam Jones bathe made both of her ears uncontrollably heat up.
Seeing that Adam Jones didn’t insist further and instead turned to leave, Elly Campbell breathed a small sigh of relief and got back to her work.
When she felt that Adam Jones had gone to the bathroom to bathe, she couldn’t help furrowing her brow but said nothing.
A full half an hour passed, and Adam Jones had not come out yet, stirring a faint sense of unease in Elly Campbell’s heart.
She put down the document in her hand, stood up quickly, and walked toward the bathroom door. She knocked on it and called out, "Adam Jones, are you done bathing?"
There was no response from inside. A sudden panic flashed in the depths of Elly Campbell’s heart, and she knocked more forcefully, "Adam Jones, have you finished bathing?"
Still, silence prevailed.
"Adam Jones! Adam Jones..."
Elly Campbell felt a wave of anxiety, her hands continuing to pat the bathroom door, and the next second, the bathroom door suddenly opened. With no time to prepare, she stumbled and was pulled inside by the person behind the door.
The door shut behind her, and she found herself pinned between the door and the towering figure before her, his familiar scent sweeping over the top of her head.