The next second, he saw Elly pouting in front of him like a child who had been denied candy, her voice carrying a hint of a sob.
"Wuu~ I just kissed you, and you took advantage of me without being responsible for it."
Tears began to fall, pitter-patter, directly sending Adam into a panic.
"Elly, be good, don’t cry, please don’t cry..."
Adam wasn’t particularly skilled at comforting women, especially when it was Elly crying in front of him. A few drops of her tears were enough to throw him into a complete state of disarray, leaving him flustered and at a loss for what to do.
"So, are you going to marry me or not? If you don’t marry me, I’ll kiss you again, and once I do, you’ll have to be responsible."
With tear-filled eyes, she looked at him seriously. Despite being completely drunk, she seemed incredibly lucid, making Adam feel as if his heart was being smothered in honey with her confession.
"Elly, do you really..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Elly leaned in and kissed his lips again.
The uniquely sweet fragrance of a woman mingled with the rich aroma of red wine left Adam stunned once more.
This time, Elly didn’t let go immediately, but with a hint of naivety, sought something in his lips, her exploration tentative and probing.
The hands that were holding her tightened, and tightened even more—the strength was so great, he seemed as if he might crush her clothing to bits.
Just as he was about to take control, the oblivious instigator in his arms suddenly let go of him and then looked at him with triumphant, self-satisfied eyes.
The hands that had been hooked around his neck suddenly pulled with force, drawing him closer, their foreheads touching as she giggled twice with glee.
"Brother, you’ve been taken advantage of by me, your reputation is ruined. If word gets out, no woman would want you. You can only be Elly Campbell’s man from now on. So tell me, do you still want to marry me? Say it! Say it now!!"
Adam couldn’t help but laugh at her behavior; such a domineering yet adorable woman had completely won his heart.
Seeing him looking at her with a smile, yet not answering, Elly was instantly annoyed and leaned in once more to kiss his lips, this time with a vengeful nibble.
"Say it! Say it! Are you going to marry me or not? If you reject me, I’ll spread the word about how you’ve been taken advantage of by me, so you’ll never be able to get married in the future."
Elly’s voice inadvertently rose a few notches.
Adam, watching her domineering little form, smiled indulgently.
His hand gently caressed her face, flushed red from the alcohol; the adoration and tenderness in his eyes were so overwhelming they could drown a person. "Don’t let it out, I’ll marry you, I’ll have you and only you as my wife for life, is that okay?"
At his words, Elly suddenly quieted down, followed by covering her mouth with one hand and giggling sneakily; in her beautiful eyes twinkled a clearly victorious smile.
Adam, embracing the woman sitting on his lap, wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to himself.
Even knowing she was drunk beyond sense, likely unaware of what she said or did, at this moment, Adam felt satisfied but also heartbroken and regretful.
All of this could have happened eight years ago, but now, he had to wait for her drunken moments to get this much from her.
When Elly heard him call her wife, her eyes shone even brighter, "Say it again!"
She ordered imperiously.