The empty feeling that suddenly engulfed her when he disappeared from her life became especially intense when she faced the silent, empty room alone.
He asked her, when she typed the word "hubby," what she had wanted to tell him, but actually, she didn’t even know herself.
It was just that moment, looking at his Instagram chat box, seeing not a single message from him, her heart felt somewhat desolate.
The word "hubby" just inexplicably appeared in the chat box.
Adam Jones sensed the woman who had been thrashing in his arms suddenly fell silent, and he frowned slightly with concern.
Just about to speak, he heard Elly Campbell’s low voice from his embrace, "Adam Jones."
Hearing his full name called out, despite the slight displeasure in his heart, Adam responded gently.
"I feel like I’ve become weaker."
Was her sudden silence because of this?
"Getting weaker is good, once you are weaker, your hubby has a role to play."
Adam Jones chuckled as he caressed her smooth back, saying, "I hope that no matter what happens, you think of letting me solve it for you first, rather than shouldering everything alone. It would pain me."
The Elly Campbell in his arms furrowed her brows, instinctively speaking out in contradiction.
Adam Jones laughed, lifting his hand to gently tap her forehead, saying,
"I know you can solve it, but I don’t want you to struggle so much, the wife of Adam Jones shouldn’t have to work so hard."
Elly Campbell didn’t speak this time, just quietly leaning in his embrace, much like an obedient cat, rubbing against his chest.
This subconscious little action melted Adam Jones’s heart into a puddle.
After resting for over half an hour, Elly Campbell finally moved, rising off of him.
The moment she moved, her body felt as if it had fallen apart, sore and aching.
Looking at the marks of passion marking both her and Adam Jones’s body, rationality reclaimed its place as desire faded, leaving behind a shame she dare not face.
As for Adam Jones, in front of his beloved wife, he presented himself unburdened by any psychological weight, seeing her frown unable to move, he tenderly kissed her cheek, and casually picked up the clothes on the floor to put on.
"I’ll carry you upstairs for a shower."
Elly Campbell truly didn’t feel like moving at all, and having gone this far with him, she didn’t put on any airs, letting Adam Jones carry her upstairs.
William Campbell was sleeping in the master bedroom, so Adam Jones carried Elly Campbell to the guest room.
He set up the hot water for her, and carried Elly Campbell into the bathroom.
"I added some essential oils; soaking for a while should make your body feel better."
Adam Jones’s hands rested on the edge of the bathtub, looking down at Elly Campbell with lowered brows.
Elly Campbell was soaking in the bathtub with eyes closed, but upon hearing Adam Jones’s words, she opened her eyes, "Where did the essential oils come from?"
"Hmm... I bought them before going abroad."
Touching the tip of his nose guiltily, he further explained, "Thinking that such uncontrollable moments would certainly not only occur once, I bought them in advance to have on hand..."
"Adam Jones, get out!!!"
Elly Campbell finally couldn’t help but explode!
This brute was really thinking about that stuff all the time, even preparing for afterward.
Faced with his wife’s fierce anger, Adam Jones laughed good-naturedly, kissed her lips that he had made swollen with his kisses, "I’m going to shower."