Her voice was soft and indeed carried a hint of fatigue. Adam Jones, who had been about to switch places with her, paused in his steps. After a moment, he silently turned back, and Elly Campbell listened to the faint sounds coming from the bed behind her and breathed a sigh of relief.
In the room, only a dim night light emitted its glow.
Elly faced the couch, paying no attention to Adam Jones.
Adam Jones leaned on the bed, and under the feeble light, his deep black eyes were like a dark vortex, so profound they seemed as if they could suck someone in.
After lying down for a while, he turned over to look towards the couch again. The angle at which he was lying, right against the pillow, made the pain from his wound cause him to frown slightly.
Elly lay with her back to him, her slender body buried in the soft couch, her breathing rising and falling steadily in turn.
Adam couldn’t help but want to go over and hold her in his arms, but fearing he would disturb her rest, he forcefully suppressed the urge.
And so, he watched Elly without blinking, until his eyelids gradually grew heavy and fell.
In the middle of the night, Adam was awakened by the pain from the wound on his forehead. He furrowed his brows and sat up in bed, his gaze subconsciously searching for Elly’s silhouette.
At the moment, Elly was lying on her side on the couch, tossing and turning restlessly.
What a stubborn woman!
He snorted to himself and got up from the bed to walk to the edge of the couch.
Elly’s sleep was always light, and coupled with the discomfort of sleeping on the couch, a gentle touch was all it took to wake her.
When she clearly saw the person before her, Elly fully woke up. Seeing it was still pitch-dark outside, she frowned at Adam and asked, "What are you up to in the middle of the night, not sleeping?"
Adam moved his eyebrows and half-squatted beside her, speaking in a raspy voice, "Elly, I admit it, I’m a ’puppy’."
She saw Adam stand up beside the couch, his body inching slightly closer to her.
The next second, she saw Adam press his whole body down onto her.
Caught off guard by his sudden movement, Elly was pinned down, unable to move, and her face darkened. She gritted her teeth and angrily demanded, "Adam Jones, what kind of madness is this?!"
Her hands pushed against the heavy man on top of her, and when her palm touched his solid body, she paused slightly, and her movements also halted: "You have a fever."
"Hmm, a fever indeed, woke up in pain in the middle of the night, thinking you didn’t want to sleep with me, hurt, so much it gave me fever..."
Adam lay atop Elly, murmuring in a groggy voice.
Elly glared at him with knitted brows, not in the mood for his flirty talk even in this state.
She thought not that he was feverish, but that he was horny!
Sensing the tension and worry hidden in Elly’s voice, Adam endured the discomfort brought on by the high fever and felt his lips uncontrollably start to curl upwards.
At least, she hadn’t pushed him away at this moment.
Elly, not noticing his expression, pushed him aside and walked toward the cabinet with the medicine box, frowning as she spoke, "The wound must have got infected and inflamed."
She carried the medicine box back, turned on the indoor light, and now saw Adam’s somewhat pale face even more clearly, causing her to furrow her brows even tighter.
"Didn’t I tell you to be careful and keep the wound dry?"
In her low and complaining voice, there was a slight trace of worry.