Adam Jones leaned in closer to her, causing Elly Campbell to instinctively step back and respond indifferently, "Mhm."
Turning her head to avoid Adam Jones who was preparing to wash the dishes, he closed in again.
"Wife, actually, there’s another matter we can discuss and divide the tasks cooperatively."
Elly asked casually as she walked to the sink to start washing the dishes.
Adam stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind and burying his chin in the crook of her shoulder.
Elly’s body stiffened abruptly, her eyes darkened, and she said coldly, "Stay away from me."
Seeing that she hadn’t immediately pushed him away, Adam felt secretly delighted and started to be even more presumptuous.
Not only did he not let go of her, but he also turned her body to face him, leaning in closer to her face, his dark, deep pupils staring levelly into her slightly panicked eyes as he said in a husky voice,
"Wife, let’s make a deal, shall we?"
Elly found it increasingly hard to fend off this version of Adam Jones. When he got flirtatious, not even a tsunami could stand against him.
Just being looked at by those tender, watery eyes, Elly felt nervous and a little out of her depth.
"Make a deal about what?"
"From now on, I take care of your second half of life, and you take care of my lower half."
At first, Elly hadn’t understood the difference in those two sentences until that "little rascal" guided her hand towards a certain place, and she suddenly realized the play on words between "life" and "body," her face turning dark instantly.
"Adam Jones, get out."
She spoke through gritted teeth, her movements unceasing as she forcefully pushed him out of the kitchen, locked the kitchen door, and turned back to washing dishes.
Thinking about Adam’s shameless words just now, Elly was so angry that her teeth itched, her hands gripping the bowl with enough force as if she could snap it in two.
At that moment, an image flashed through her mind.
She was straddling Adam’s thighs, tightly hooking his neck, actively prying open his lips and going straight in...
The image shocked Elly so much that the bowl she was holding fell into the sink with a clatter, breaking in two.
She instinctively reached out to grab it, and the sharp edge of the ceramic cut a gash in the heel of her hand, causing Elly to wince in pain.
Just as she turned on the tap to rinse the wound, the door to the kitchen was pushed open from behind. Adam, who heard the noise, walked in with a look of concern on his face.
As he spoke, his gaze landed on her hand under the tap, the blood on her heel already diluted.
"It’s nothing, just accidentally broke the bowl."
Elly feigned composure in her response, and seeing Adam’s enchantingly beautiful face, she couldn’t help but think of the image that had just crossed her mind.
Annoyed, she wondered how she could harbor such a terrifying thought.
Not only had she fiercely kissed Adam, but she had also assumed such a seductive and suggestive pose sitting on his lap. Why would she have such an image in her mind?
What annoyed her even more was the feeling that it might have actually happened.
Considering the possibility of it being true, Elly’s brain seemed to explode, and her face felt as if it were baking on a stove, burning intensely.
Adam, currently focused on the injury on her hand, hadn’t noticed the change in her complexion. He simply grabbed her hand and said solemnly, "Let me see."