Adam Jones was amused by her appearance and deliberately messed up her hair with a strong rub of his hand on her head.
The next second, he felt a sense of déjà vu about this action.
"How can you, a fierce woman, feel shy?"
Elly Campbell straightened her long hair that he had disheveled and looked up at Adam Jones, narrowing her eyes with a dangerous aura slowly emanating from them.
"Who are you calling a fierce woman?"
Adam wasn’t afraid of her; on the contrary, he felt that their relationship grew closer when they were bantering.
He didn’t feel any strangeness at all despite not remembering their past.
Seeing her staring at him fiercely, yet unable to hide the fullness of affection in her eyes, a smile deepened in Adam’s.
"Whoever admits to being my wife, I’ll say she is the fierce woman."
"Adam Jones, you’re asking for it!"
Elly charged at him, raising her hand to smash down on his handsome face.
Adam deftly dodged to the side, avoiding her fist, and at the same time, he caught the fist she swung at him in the palm of his hand, smiling warmly at her.
Elly tried to pull back her hand, but she was clearly no match for Adam Jones in strength, failing to pull away after several tugs, and instead, felt the strength around her fist gradually tightening.
Locking eyes with his gently smiling gaze, a hint of amusement also surfaced in Elly’s eyes.
Before she could let out a laugh, she heard Adam call her in a low voice, "Wife."
The term of endearment was so natural that it didn’t feel awkward or hard to say, despite his memory loss, as he pulled her into his embrace.
"I’ve made you suffer these past days."
At the sound of the word "wife", Elly’s heart trembled.
During these days, she had cried quietly only in the deep of night, when she missed him intensely; from knowing he was still alive, to going to the United States to fetch him, to returning to their home country, she had not shed a single tear in front of Adam Jones.
In her eyes, the fact that Adam had come back alive was cause for joy, and she shouldn’t cry, not even tears of extreme happiness.
But at this moment, hearing Adam speak those words, all the cold looks and grievances she had suffered over the month welled up, and her eyes instantly reddened.
She avoided Adam’s gaze, not speaking, but the incipient shimmer in the corner of her eyes tightened Adam’s heart.
He wrapped his arms around her, drawing her into his embrace, and asked softly, "Have you missed me a lot recently?"
There was something he didn’t say; it seemed that just a few days before he woke up, he dreamt that this woman said she wanted to remarry.
He wondered if his timely awakening was because he was shocked by the news of her considering remarriage.
Being hugged by him, Elly’s surge of emotion had already subsided quite a bit. Hearing his question, she replied irritably:
"I didn’t miss you! Dealing with those troublesome folks at your company all day, I had no time to think about you."
Hearing her insincere reply, Adam’s annoyance didn’t rise; instead, he hugged her even tighter.
Elly’s ears started to feel a bit hot from the warm breath flowing past them as she stammered, looking down:
"I... I missed you just a little bit."
Adam watched the faint blush on her cheeks deepen, a smile growing in his eyes.
There was a hint of dissatisfaction in Adam’s deep voice.
Elly turned her head and glared at him fiercely.