His lips curved in a mocking smile as he used the words she’d initially aimed at Lily Jones to block her.
Elly Campbell’s face darkened, and she spoke with a hint of discomfort, "Lily Jones comes to disgust me whenever she pleases, and I can’t return the favor? You actually took it seriously."
Elly gave him a look of disdain and settled back into her seat.
But Adam Jones was not so easily dismissed; he stood in front of her, his hands bracing against the arms of the chair, effectively trapping Elly between him and the seat.
"You also kissed me."
"So what? It was just a kiss; do you want me to compensate you for it?"
Elly looked at him with a trace of sarcasm in her eyes.
Seeing Adam narrow his eyes, a dangerous aura spilled from his deep gaze, "Don’t you know I’m a man who believes in an eye for an eye? I can’t let you get away with a bargain that easily."
Being held captive in his embrace made Elly uncomfortable, especially with Adam’s closeness, which left her feeling at a loss.
She pushed him away and stood up from her chair, feigning an air of nonchalance, "You’ve already taken advantage, so what do you want to do about it?"
Leaning against the desk behind her, she looked directly into Adam’s mischievous eyes, barely suppressing the turmoil within her.
"Of course, I want to take double in return."
No sooner had he spoken than Elly felt a tightening around her waist; Adam had pulled her forcefully into his arms with strong hands.
She cursed silently in her heart and lifted her head, "Adam... mmph."
Her lips were suddenly sealed by Adam’s kiss.
Her eyes widened in anger as she struggled in his embrace, but it seemed that Adam had no intention of letting her go. The harder she struggled, the more aggressive his kiss became.
At this moment, Elly had no idea what this kiss meant to Adam.
The moment his lips touched her softness, his heart felt as if it had been struck by a strong electric current, both sour and numb.
Her taste, sweet with a hint of sourness, easily struck his heart, as it always did.
This feeling became clearer with each encounter.
It wasn’t until Elly felt almost breathless that Adam released her, allowing her a brief moment to breathe.
But the hand wrapped around Elly’s waist did not let go.
He was afraid, afraid that if he let go, she’d walk away without a second thought, just like she did four years ago.
He didn’t want to hold onto grudges anymore, not about anything. That incident had happened eight years ago; what was there left to hold a grudge about?
If he kept it up, wouldn’t he be the one to suffer the most?
Elly clenched her teeth, forcing herself to ignore the indistinct words "Elly," filled with a mixture of desire and affection. Anger flushed her face.
Elly was so angry she ground her teeth and, without caring about the wound on his head, she grabbed a stack of folders beside her, ready to smash them onto Adam’s face.
Adam dodged to the side, looking at her with a touch of grievance in his eyes, his previously affectionate gaze now clear and bright.
"Are you trying to murder your husband?"
Elly couldn’t help but curse, "You’re just an ex-husband!"
Adam was amused by her fiery reaction, holding Elly even tighter and drawing even closer to her.
Instinctively, Elly stepped back, her hand inadvertently hitting the pile of files on the desk behind her, and a picture frame placed behind them fell to the ground with a clatter.