Relentless Pursuit After Divorce by The nightingale lives

Chapter 291: 291. Not feverish, just frisky_1

Her voice was soft and indeed carried a hint of fatigue. Adam Jones, who had been about to switch places with her, paused in his steps. After a moment, he silently turned back, and Elly Campbell listened to the faint sounds coming from the bed behind her and breathed a sigh of relief.

In the room, only a dim night light emitted its glow.

Elly faced the couch, paying no attention to Adam Jones.

Adam Jones leaned on the bed, and under the feeble light, his deep black eyes were like a dark vortex, so profound they seemed as if they could suck someone in.

After lying down for a while, he turned over to look towards the couch again. The angle at which he was lying, right against the pillow, made the pain from his wound cause him to frown slightly.

Elly lay with her back to him, her slender body buried in the soft couch, her breathing rising and falling steadily in turn.

Adam couldn’t help but want to go over and hold her in his arms, but fearing he would disturb her rest, he forcefully suppressed the urge.

And so, he watched Elly without blinking, until his eyelids gradually grew heavy and fell.

In the middle of the night, Adam was awakened by the pain from the wound on his forehead. He furrowed his brows and sat up in bed, his gaze subconsciously searching for Elly’s silhouette.

moment, Elly was lying on her side on the couch, tossing and

What a stubborn woman!

from the bed to walk to the

and coupled with the discomfort of sleeping on the couch, a gentle touch was

"Adam Jones?!"

was still pitch-dark outside, she frowned at Adam and asked, "What are you

"What do you think?"

in a raspy voice, "Elly, I admit it,

Elly, "..."

stand up beside the couch, his body inching slightly closer

Adam press his whole

her face darkened. She gritted her teeth and angrily

palm touched his solid body, she paused

night, thinking you didn’t

atop Elly, murmuring