Adam Jones placed the finished eggs onto the plate, then started on something else.
When he looked back unintentionally, he saw Elly Campbell leaning against the stairway entrance, staring at him in a daze.
His movements paused, and then a smile lifted the corners of his lips as he waved at her.
Elly Campbell hadn’t expected to be caught red-handed while sneaking peeks, her face flushed with a hint of guilt and embarrassment.
Seeing that Adam Jones had noticed her, she braced herself and walked over.
Just as she reached the entrance to the kitchen, Adam reached out and pulled her closer with his arm.
Since his hands were a bit dirty, he avoided touching her shoulder and instead hooked Elly Campbell toward himself with his arm, significantly narrowing the distance between them.
Adam Jones looked at her with a smile that was not quite a smile, as the morning sunlight hit the side of his face.
For the first time, Elly Campbell looked at Adam Jones so closely and noticed that his eyelashes were even longer than a woman’s, casting a shadow beneath his eyes when the sunlight streamed in.
With every blink, it was like a feather brushing gently and ticklingly against her heart.
"Be honest, how long have you been sneaking looks at me?"
Seeing Elly Campbell staring at him blankly, Adam Jones’ lips curved up in a good mood, and a trace of amusement gleamed in his eyes as he asked in a low voice.
Elly Campbell responded subconsciously, then quickly realized it was a mistake, meeting Adam’s teasing gaze as if he had poked her sore spot, her irritation turning into slight rage.
"When did I sneak looks at you?"
She lifted her hand intending to shake off the arm resting on her shoulder, but remembering his injury, her movements instinctively lightened.
Thinking of him making breakfast for her and their son with his injuries, her heart tightened slightly, softening her previously annoyed expression, though her tone was still somewhat awkward,
"Aren’t you injured? Why are you making breakfast?"
Though her tone sounded stiff, Adam Jones could very clearly sense the concern within it and felt a secret joy.
"It’s not anything that requires much effort."
Adam Jones, unpacking the steak that had just been defrosted, looked at her with a smile, his voice deep,
"I like making breakfast for you."
He was just incidental.
Could he not start flirting with her first thing in the morning?
Did he think she was that easy to sway?
Elly Campbell gave him an indifferent glance before avoiding Adam Jones’ alluring eyes and pressed her racing heart with her hand.
Remembering the injury on Adam’s hand, she hesitated for a moment but then stepped forward and offered,
Seeing her take the initiative to come over and ask, the amusement in Adam Jones’ eyes grew a fraction more intense. He looked at her seriously and nodded, "Indeed, there is something you can help with."
"Just stand by quietly and watch me."
He leaned his head down, drawing a fraction closer to her face, causing Elly Campbell to instinctively take a big step back, lifting her head to meet his teasing eyes, then heard him continue,
"It’ll give me a bit of motivation to make breakfast."
Should she have had any sympathy for this man?
His injury had nothing to do with her. It would have been better to let him be incapacitated.
"You take your time. Call me when it’s done."
A free male nanny, why not use him if it doesn’t cost a thing!
Adam Jones watched as Elly Campbell left without looking back, chuckling and shaking his head.
Elly Campbell decided to sit in the dining area without disturbing Adam Jones as he made breakfast. Still, remembering the injury on his hand, she couldn’t help but steal a few glances toward the kitchen.