Adam Jones’s breath still steadily brushed across her cheeks, beginning to gradually spread, paralyzing her nerves like poison, making her feel rigid all over.
"Everything has a process from unfamiliar to familiar. If you haven’t been involved before, start now. If there’s anything you don’t understand, just ask me," he said.
Adam’s tone seemed too casual. These files, significant to the company’s secrets, appeared worthless to him, as he laid them out openly before Elly Campbell.
Elly couldn’t help but frown, completely baffled by what Adam truly had in mind.
"Didn’t you say you had a headache and couldn’t work? Then how do you have the energy to teach me?"
Elly turned to ask him, forgetting the fact that he was too close to her. The moment she turned, her lips brushed directly along Adam’s face, leaving both of them stunned.
Adam’s fingers resting on the table trembled, and his dark pupils suddenly contracted.
The soft touch of her lips against his cheek made his heart tremble uncontrollably, as if a pair of hands was effortlessly stirring his emotions.
And Elly was even more taken aback, as the fleeting touch was extraordinarily clear, although unintentional.
Her face immediately flushed to her ears, her usual composure now tinged with a hint of being at a loss.
She quickly averted her gaze, tilting her head back to put some distance between her face and Adam’s, but a large hand clasped the back of her head, exerting a slight force to pull it back again.
Meeting Adam’s deep and relentless pupils, waves and emotions surged that were too intimidating to look directly into, causing Elly’s heart to skip a beat.
Attempting to dodge again, the magnified handsome face of Adam got even closer.
The proximity of their noses was less than a centimeter apart; a slight movement could cause them to touch.
"What are you running from?"
He spoke in a deep voice, his tone laced with an uncontrollable huskiness.
Those ordinarily stern lips, as they opened and closed, grazed hers, teasing Elly’s heart imperceptibly.
"Adam Jones, get away from me," Elly said.
Her voice carried a slight tremor, unable to distinguish between nervousness and anger at that moment.
"Why should I listen to you?"
As she moved her head back slightly, Adam leaned in even more, almost with a sense of inching forward aggressively.
Elly was trapped between the chair and his body, the tight space leaving her no room to retreat further.
There was a minor annoyance on her face, but more than that, there was the tension of being so close to Adam.
"I see your injury isn’t that serious, you should deal with it yourself."
As she spoke, she tried to push Adam away forcefully, but standing in front of her, his solid frame didn’t budge.
Elly pushed again, and the chair underneath her slid backward suddenly from the force, and Adam, perhaps genuinely unsteady, fell onto her following the motion.
"You... Adam Jones, get off me!"
Elly’s face darkened as she glowered at the handsome face so close to her own, angrily biting out the words.
Adam remained unfazed, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, as his fingertips gently swept away the hair scattered across her cheeks, saying:
"If you hadn’t moved just now, how would I have fallen?"
He gazed into the indignation in her eyes, soothingly stroked her long hair, but teased with a smile, "Did you do that on purpose?"