In these past few days, although she had said nothing and always appeared joyful in his presence, in reality... she was not happy at all.
Her own husband completely forgot about her, even calling out another woman’s name when he opened his eyes—remembering only that other woman. How could she possibly feel happy about it?
He gently took her hand, afraid that she would notice, so he used very little strength and was extremely careful not to make any big movements that might wake her.
His eyes rested quietly on her sleeping face, and in a very low voice, he spoke to the dreaming Elly Campbell, "I will definitely remember you."
He saw Elly Campbell’s initially furrowed brows slowly relax as if soothed by his words.
Adam Jones, feeling better, allowed a smile to form and sat close beside her, holding her hand without letting go.
After a long while, he slowly opened his eyes again and glanced at the woman whose hand he held.
Since she was his wife, sharing a bed with her was only natural, so it couldn’t be considered taking advantage of her, right?
This was his wife, the mother of his child, the woman to whom he had given his billions in fortune. Couldn’t he sleep a bit closer to her?
After consoling himself with such thoughts, Adam carefully lay down beside Elly Campbell, moving with extreme caution as if afraid of alerting her.
He resembled a young man who had never dated, filled with the same uneasy nerves around a secret crush.
Once he lay down, he took Elly Campbell’s hand into his and felt a deep sense of security that immediately satisfied him completely; he closed his eyes and fell asleep contentedly.
Elly Campbell did not know how long she had slept, but when she woke up groggily and instinctively tried to move her hand, she realized someone was holding it.
The large hand was familiar - solid and warm with a light layer of calluses on the palm.
She didn’t remember how many times these hands had held her so tightly before—she knew without looking whose hand it was.
The corners of Elly Campbell’s lips gently curled upward.
Feeling that the person beside her was sound asleep, she moved lightly and slowly turned over, indeed finding that handsome, enlarged face right in front of her.
It lacked its usual sharpness, instead possessing a touch of innocence.
Elly Campbell quietly leaned in to admire her husband’s face a while longer, but the next second, she saw his eyes, previously firmly shut, suddenly snap open.
The black pupils, deep as the ocean, were filled with an intense coldness as they locked onto hers, just like when he first woke up after his amnesia—cold, guarded, and filled with a murderous look.
Elly Campbell was taken aback, then her heart sank, although she didn’t shift her gaze away from Adam Jones’s face. Instead, she silently met his eyes for quite some time until the coldness in Adam’s eyes slowly dissipated.
Adam Jones held her hand, not letting go for a long time as he sat up in bed, staring at Elly Campbell’s expressionless face and recalling the familiar and vivid scenes from his dream, his gaze darkening.
Compared to the blurry fragments from before, the dream he just had was very clear, as if he had just been there.
That is why, when he opened his eyes and saw Elly Campbell, he thought he was still dreaming.