After a moment of distraction, Elly Campbell suddenly snapped back to reality and looked at the man close at hand, the powerful aura hitting her full on.
"Knocking on the door in such a hurry, what do you want to do?"
Adam Jones’s voice was slightly deep, magnetic and sexy, and it rose in front of her, invisibly carrying an elusive charm.
Before she could finish her words, Adam cut her off with two teasing chuckles. He propped one hand against the door behind Elly and curled the other into a fist, his lips curved in a grin and a faint smile in his eyes.
"You’re not thinking of coming in to watch me bathe, are you?"
The color of Elly’s face instantly fell, thinking of the panic she’d felt outside the door just moments before, her complexion only worsened.
"If you want to watch, you can just tell me, I wouldn’t refuse."
His fingers gently swept the hair from her forehead, the callused tips grazing Elly’s delicate skin, leaving a faint tingly sensation.
Elly’s body shuddered involuntarily, and she dodged to the side to avoid Adam’s touch.
"You’re overthinking it."
Elly’s eyes took on an unnatural hue, deliberately avoiding Adam’s heated and probing gaze.
"Is that so? Or is it..."
Adam lowered his head a bit more, his face coming even closer to Elly’s, the warmth of his breath intensified, "Are you worried about me? The way you called out to me from outside sounded quite anxious."
Upon hearing this, Elly’s eyebrows involuntarily furrowed.
At this moment, Adam, clad in a loose white bathrobe with its tie casually knotted and the neckline a bit too open, coupled with the conspicuous wound on his forehead, exuded a wild, attractive sensuality.
The male hormones he emitted unintentionally caused Elly’s heartbeat to start uncontrollably racing.
Looking up into his teasing eyes and realizing her earlier anxiety seemed to have been detected by Adam, she couldn’t help but feel a mix of annoyance and embarrassment, "I just wanted to see if you were dead or not."
Seeing her annoyance, the amusement in Adam’s eyes only grew.
"Don’t worry, how could I bear to leave you a widow."
The ambiguous words, accompanied by his thrilling masculine scent, struck Elly’s heart beat by beat.
Elly looked at his slightly smug smile, and for some reason felt as though she had been played.
She looked at Adam with a cold face and asked in a deep voice.
Adam was taken aback, then said, "I’m fine for now, but who knows about later."
Elly didn’t want to banter with him, and after giving him a cold look, she pushed past Adam’s body and walked out the bathroom door with a frosty face.
Adam, his face having been brushed off by Elly without taking offense, simply lowered his gaze and chuckled, then followed Elly out.
He poured a glass of red wine for each at the bar and turned to look at the woman working seriously in front of the computer, his thin lips unable to resist curving slightly.
He didn’t disturb her and just leaned lazily by the bar.
The computer screen emitted a weak light that fell upon the woman’s delicate and perfect features, and he watched silently, losing himself for a moment in thought.
He couldn’t help but think back to three years earlier when she was by his side and he could watch her quietly, calling her his wife with complete legitimacy anytime, anywhere.
A sudden sense of peacefulness from the past filled him, yet the reality was starkly different.