Looking up, she met Adam Jones’s soft, smiling gaze. "You’ll get wrinkles if you keep frowning."
Elly Campbell wanted to say something else when Adam Jones bent down, whispering in her ear, "Don’t worry, I’ll be careful."
"Who’s worried about you? I’m afraid your skills won’t cut it and you’ll drop me off your back."
Having her concerns noticed by Adam Jones, Elly’s face took on a hint of discomfort.
Avoiding Adam’s smiling eyes, she lowered her gaze and spoke in a low voice, her ears heating up once again.
Adam almost adored her contradictory nature, really wanting to hug her and kiss her fiercely, but at that moment, he restrained himself.
With a glint in his narrowed eyes, looking at Elly’s flushed ears, he chuckled with pleasure, "Whether my skills are up to par or not, isn’t our son the best proof?"
She shouldn’t be talking to this man, who knows where he learned such flirty lines.
A normal sentence from her, and he could always return it with a flirtatious one.
The competition officially began——
William Campbell eagerly followed his mommy and daddy, his eyes shining.
All the parents were ready, and Elly had no choice but to grit her teeth and sit on Adam Jones’s back.
Though she wasn’t heavy, her height of over 1.7 meters made her one of the heavier mothers there.
Sensing her hesitation, Adam looked back at her and gave her a reassuring look, saying:
"No worries, just sit tight. If you’re afraid of falling, you can lie on top of me and hold me tight."
He never missed a chance to take advantage of her; she really wanted to sew his mouth shut.
The whistle for the competition blew, and the men, eager to show off in front of everyone, did their push-ups with extra zeal.
Seeing that Adam Jones was actually doing one-armed push-ups, not only performing them flawlessly but also with an effortless expression, they silently cursed him as a "scheme bitch" for showing off in front of his wife.
As seconds ticked by, many participants could no longer keep up, let alone one-handed. Gradually, one by one, they were eliminated, until only Samuel Wilson and Adam Jones remained.
Samuel Wilson, too, disdained Adam’s "scheme bitch" behavior, once thinking how coolly detached he was, but now realizing that even the most villainous female character would be outstripped by his scheming.
With only the two of them left, Samuel thought that if he didn’t go one-handed, even winning against Adam wouldn’t be honorable, so he retracted one hand as well.
Adam noticed his action and gave him a cold look, "I’ve injured my right arm; is Director Wilson also injured?"
"A gentleman dies in the company of other gentlemen."
Samuel gave Adam a mocking look.
The men who had already lost gathered around, resigned to watching the two of them perform one-armed push-ups—not only breathing evenly, with no signs of strain, but also chatting casually.
Was there any face left for these men to save?
As the count surpassed one hundred and neither showed signs of stopping, the expressions of the onlookers grew even more complicated.
They’d have to seriously commit to fitness when they got back, to make their wives proud.
In the end, the only voices left excitedly cheering were from William and chubby little brother. As they counted higher, they got so caught up in cheering that they forgot where they were in the count.