"Why didn’t you sleep a little longer?"
Thinking about last night, how this beast in front of her relentlessly took from her, she didn’t want to deal with him right now. After giving him a fierce glare, she said, "Thirsty."
As soon as she spoke, her voice was incredibly hoarse.
Last night she had screamed...
Initially, she had clenched her teeth and held back, refusing to make a noise, but later on, this man...simply made it unbearable!
The excessively hoarse voice reminded Elly Campbell once again of last night, darkening her complexion a few shades more.
Adam also noticed her extremely hoarse voice, and thinking about the incidents of last night, his eyes and brows softened a bit. Seeing Elly’s steely face, he said softly,
"I’m sorry, I...lost control yesterday."
"You’re still talking!"
Because her voice was so hoarse, even though she was very angry now, her voice lacked any true ferocity. Instead, it added a teasingly charming and irritated tone that made Adam’s heart blossom with joy again.
He lifted his hand to ruffle Elly’s hair, turned around to pour her a glass of water and handed it to her, "Next time I will control myself...ow!"
He had barely finished speaking when his calf was fiercely kicked by an angry and embarrassed Elly. The pain made him cry out, and then he looked at Elly with a pitiful expression, "Wife..."
Her voice was still extremely hoarse. She lowered her head and drank half a glass of water fiercely before she felt that her throat was less dry.
Looking up and glaring at the still small, pitiful, and helpless looking beast, Elly’s teeth itched with irritation once more.
Thinking about next time? Dream on!
She had only been bewildered by him yesterday, no way was she going to let it happen a second time.
From the top of the stairs came William Campbell’s voice.
The two of them looked towards him in unison. They saw him rubbing his sleepy eyes, standing at the top of the stairs, looking at them somewhat anxiously, "Are you guys fighting?"
The expressions on Elly and Adam’s faces stiffened slightly. Then, Elly was the first to say, "No, Daddy and Mommy were just playing around."
As she spoke, she subtly pushed Adam Jones away and quickly walked upstairs.
Thinking about the way his dear wife had glared at him just before, President Adam Jones felt wonderfully delighted.
Suppressing the smile tugging at the corner of his lips, he awkwardly touched the tip of his nose and quickly followed Elly up the stairs.
"Baby, why are you up so early? It’s the weekend, you should sleep a bit more."
"I slept enough, don’t want to sleep anymore."
William rubbed his sleepy eyes again, looking at Elly and asking, "Mommy, did you and Daddy fight just now? I saw Mommy kick Daddy."
Her expression stiffened even more. How was she supposed to explain something like that to her son?
"You saw it wrong, William."
Elly rubbed her son’s chubby head, soothing him with a soft voice.
William didn’t seem convinced as his gaze returned to Adam, who was standing behind Elly.
Adam decisively stepped forward, squatted down in front of his son and said, "Mommy is right. Daddy and Mommy weren’t fighting. William, have you ever heard a saying, ’A beating is a token of affection, a scolding is a sign of love’?"
William shook his head in confusion.
Adam patiently explained, "It means that when Mommy scolds Daddy, she is trying to get closer to Daddy. If Mommy hits Daddy, it means that Mommy loves Daddy."