Adam Jones’s brows and eyes drooped slightly.
Elly Campbell had finished her work by past ten in the evening. Rubbing her temples, she got up to freshen up in the bathroom—it was only then that she remembered Adam Jones, who was in the same room.
Looking up, she saw Adam sitting silently on the sofa, his arm propped under his head, wordlessly watching her.
Elly’s brows knit together slightly as she said, "Why haven’t you gone to sleep yet?"
At her question, a faint sense of grievance appeared on Adam’s face, "Now you remember me?"
Elly was taken aback and didn’t speak. The work she had been engrossed in had indeed made her forget about him.
Seeing her implicit acknowledgment, Adam didn’t know whether to be angry or to laugh, so he simply got up and walked over to her.
He reached out and pulled her away from the computer desk. Elly instinctively tried to retract her hand, but then she heard Adam say, "I was waiting for you so we could go to sleep together."
He smiled mischievously, she furrowed her brows and pulled her hand out of his palm, saying, "You’re injured, you take the bed."
After saying this, she quickly withdrew her hand from Adam’s grab, with a hint of escape, and ran toward the bathroom.
The lingering warmth from Adam’s palm remained on her hand. She pressed against her somewhat rapidly beating heart, barely perceptibly furrowing her brows.
After a quick shower, she saw Adam leaning against the wall opposite the bathroom door, arms crossed, watching her.
After her previous experience in the bathroom, Elly looked coldly at the mockingly smiling corners of Adam’s lips, taking a step back defensively.
A shadow flickered in Adam’s dark eyes, but he didn’t allow her any space to dodge, pulling her toward the bed, "You sleep in the bed."
Elly frowned, objection clear on her face, "Sleeping on the sofa isn’t good for your recovery."
Adam’s thin lips seemed to carry a sneer, "Then what is good for recovery? Ex-wife, will you sleep with me?"
She began to doubt whether Adam’s brain had really been damaged, as he kept making rowdy comments throughout the night to tease her.
But for a moment, Elly’s heart skipped a beat—she actually felt... it might not be entirely out of the question.
She felt a mix of shame and panic; vigorously shaking her head internally, she tried to suppress that strange flutter in her heart and said indifferently, "I don’t want to."
Her decisive rejection slightly annoyed Adam, and he coldly huffed without expression, "Are you sure you won’t want to sleep with your tall, handsome ex-husband if you are in the same room with him?"
She coldly eyed Adam, now sure his brain had been damaged.
"I am very sure. Whoever can’t hold back is a dog!"
If she couldn’t control herself to that degree, she would have dominated him during those three years of marriage.
Elly was somewhat annoyed and embarrassed by her subconscious thoughts.
"Or maybe you should go to the next room and book a room," she said expressionlessly. "Walking two steps shouldn’t make you faint."
Her suggestion clearly displeased Adam even more, his unfriendly expression receding a fraction.
Fearing that he might actually get kicked out by this ungrateful woman, he turned and strode quickly to the bed, muttering, "So unromantic."
Elly, trailing behind him, heard his comment and couldn’t help but purse her lips.
As an ex-wife, what romance should she show in front of her ex-husband?
Without saying more to Adam, she took an extra blanket from the closet and headed to the sofa. Just as she was about to lie down, a shadow loomed over her. Without turning her head, she said, "I’m tired, can you let me rest properly?"