Seeing the driver so cooperative, Adam Jones curled his lips in satisfaction and completely ignored the not-so-bright little "light bulb" beside him. His eyes twinkling with a smile, he watched Elly Campbell.
Feeling his gaze upon her, Elly grew uncomfortable, but the next second, her body was loosely embraced by Adam.
Elly. A gift with the groceries. Light bulb. One: "???"
Why are daddy and mommy hugging each other?
Daddy is surely blushing, so grown up and still wanting mommy’s hugs.
Little William wrinkled his brow, his eyes filled with disdain.
But he had been thoroughly ignored by his own father, as if he didn’t exist at all.
The gratitude in Adam’s voice was especially earnest, causing Elly, held in his arms, to stiffen slightly, unsure of what had prompted this sudden thanks.
"Thank you for still worrying about me, for giving me another chance to stand by your side."
Elly hadn’t expected him to say that, a flicker of surprise crossing her eyes.
Elly didn’t respond to Adam’s words; frankly, she didn’t know how to respond.
Feeling the person in his arms stiffen without getting a response, Adam didn’t mind.
To him, the fact that she wasn’t pushing him away was already a blessing.
Moments later, Elly pushed him away, a faint blush barely perceptible on her face.
"Don’t just make a mess of things in front of our son."
Avoiding Adam’s gaze, she spoke with a steady voice.
William, the gift with the groceries, also cast a disdainful look at his own father.
Adam felt somewhat wronged—how was embracing his own wife a mess of things?
He parted his lips, intending to retort, but his words halted at the sight of the faint blush on Elly’s face.
It seemed that his wife was shy in front of others.
With that thought in mind, Adam couldn’t help but glare unapologetically at the ’outsider’ gift at his side.
Innocent little William didn’t understand why daddy was glaring at him so unfriendly and blinked his bright eyes.
Elly’s gaze remained on the car window, pondering her recent interactions with Adam. Looking back, the experience didn’t seem bad.
But that was as far as it went.
She dared not offer her heart so easily for fear of getting hurt again, and not having the strength to heal.
As the car passed a pharmacy, Elly suddenly had an idea and spoke abruptly, "Stop the car."
The driver slowed down and pulled over by the curb as Adam turned to look at her, "What’s wrong?"
"I’ll be out for a moment; you wait for me here."
With that, Elly opened the car door and stepped out.
Adam watched her enter a pharmacy on the roadside and come out a few minutes later.
Back in the car, Elly spoke indifferently.
Adam glanced at her coat pocket, asking with concern, "Did you buy some medicine? Are you not feeling well?"
Elly was taken aback, as if instinctively she didn’t tell the truth, and simply shook her head, "No, just some anti-inflammatory drugs."
Adam looked at her unconvinced, but seeing her complexion normal and indeed not showing signs of discomfort, thinking of the wound on her hand, he naturally didn’t overthink her purchase of anti-inflammatory drugs.
By the time they got home, it was dinner time.
Adam eagerly donned an apron and said to Elly, "You two go take a shower first; I’ll make dinner."