Adam Jones didn’t argue, just watched her busily at work on his forehead with a smile in his eyes. Her body was very close to his, a faint scent wafting from her that left Adam feeling parched and his tongue tied.
Noticing his physical reaction, Adam cleared his throat to cover it up with a couple of light coughs. Then, a hoarse voice followed, carrying a few notes of complaint that didn’t quite match his cool demeanor.
"I told you I needed your help when I took a shower, and you refused," he said.
His deep gaze, with a hint of subtle gleam, lingered on Elly Campbell’s face, making his words seem all the more justified.
Elly glanced up at him. If not for the fact that he really did have a fever, she would have truly considered stitching his mouth shut as well.
"Alright, don’t let the wound get infected again," she said.
After rebandaging him, Elly poured him a glass of water. "Take this fever reducer first," she instructed.
Adam’s fever was still high, no wonder his voice sounded so rough.
Thinking of this, and recalling Adam’s mild concussion, Elly’s eyebrows furrowed even more at an angle where Adam couldn’t see.
Adam obediently drank water and took his medicine. After finishing his medicine, he heard Elly say, "There are still a few hours until dawn, try to get some more sleep."
Adam didn’t respond. Elly glanced at him worriedly, thinking about returning to the sofa to sleep, when suddenly she felt a weight on her shoulder. Before she could react, Adam’s large frame had pressed her directly onto the bed.
"Adam Jones, you..." she started to say.
His low voice resonated by Elly’s ear, and she was trapped, unable to break free.
She struggled a few more times, but still couldn’t escape Adam’s hold.
"Elly, don’t move, I get even dizzier when you do," he murmured.
His increasingly hoarse voice by her ear, Elly’s attempts to struggle ceased abruptly.
At this moment, she was entirely in his embrace, because of his words, Elly didn’t make a move.
His hot breath occasionally swept across her earlobe, making her ears blush with heat.
The position they were in was awkwardly intimate, making Elly very uncomfortable, but she feared that any major movement on her part might worsen Adam’s injuries, so she lay stiffly in his arms, motionless.
After a while, she grew tired and her rigid body slightly softened, unconsciously drawing closer to Adam.
After this ordeal, Elly’s drowsiness returned full force, and she soon fell asleep heavily in Adam’s embrace.
Hearing the faint sound of her breathing, Adam slowly opened his eyes. The discomfort of the high fever didn’t bother him much.
Looking down at the woman who had fallen asleep in his arms and had shed her usual chill, Adam’s lips started to curl slightly upward, unable to contain his smile.
He didn’t release Elly, but instead held her closer, contentedly closing his eyes.
And at that moment, he felt more satisfied than at any other time in his thirty years of life.
It was the glaring sunlight streaming through the gaps in the curtains that woke Elly Campbell.
With difficulty, she opened her eyes and instinctively tried to get up from bed, but found herself completely immobilized.
Feeling a pair of strong arms around her waist, and realizing she was lying in someone’s embrace.