Relentless Pursuit After Divorce
Chapter 460. Come and sleep with your husband_1

Chapter 460: 460. Come and sleep with your husband_1

The hand clutching the pillow tightened, but her feet stood frozen at the doorway, unable to move.

Adam Jones glanced at the pillow in Elly Campbell’s hands, a faint smile tracing his lips as he walked towards her.

Seeing him approach, Elly instinctively stepped back.

Adam stood in front of her, his eyes crinkling with amusement, he said with a soft chuckle, "So, is this you planning to join your husband in bed?"

"No!"

She didn’t know why she felt so guilty, always denying it so quickly, afraid that Adam would misunderstand.

Adam’s lips curved in a half-smile as he reached for the pillow in her hands and gave a firm tug. Elly, caught off guard, along with her pillow, were pulled into Adam’s embrace.

Adam held her, a soft pillow sandwiched between them, emanating her unique fragrance.

"If you want to sleep with your husband, just come over, no need for a pillow; my arms are available for you to lean on."

His voice, a bit husky and devilishly charming, was full of allure.

Elly’s heartbeat started to race uncontrollably as she struggled out of his embrace, "I just got thirsty and needed to go down for a glass of water."

Having said that, she hurriedly ran downstairs.

Adam watched her with a smile in his eyes but didn’t follow. Instead, he leaned lazily against the doorway, waiting for her to come up.

Elly poured herself a glass of warm water and sat in the living room, staring blankly ahead.

She realized she had been acting oddly lately. She had previously handled interactions with Adam with ease, but recently, just a few words from him could leave her flustered.

Like now, she was afraid to go upstairs and encounter him. After drinking the water, she could only sit in the living room, hugging the pillow and hiding from him.

She would wait for Adam to return to his room before going upstairs.

Adam knew she was purposely avoiding him and had gone downstairs to drink water. He wasn’t in a hurry and leaned at the doorway, figuring she would soon come up.

But after waiting for a good half hour and still not hearing any movement of his wife coming upstairs, he frowned slightly with worry and started walking down.

Just as he reached the staircase, he saw the woman asleep on the sofa, hugging the pillow.

Adam: "..."

A helpless chuckle escaped his lips as he shook his head affectionately and approached her.

"Elly?"

He gently shook her.

Although the underfloor heating was on in the living room, Adam was worried she would catch a cold sleeping in the middle of winter, so he called out to her softly again.

"Wife, go sleep in the room; you’ll catch a cold on the sofa."

Elly, deep in sleep, irritably swatted his hand away and turned over to continue sleeping.

Adam watched her rare show of childlike petulance, reminiscent of the last time she had gotten drunk.

As he thought about it, the smile in his eyes deepened, he leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Wife."

Elly still didn’t respond; her eyebrows knitted in annoyance from the disturbance of her sleep.

"My dear?"

He tried various terms of endearment but couldn’t wake Elly up, deciding that she was really in a deep slumber.

Unwilling to disturb her further, Adam sat beside her and gently turned her body to lean against him, then lifted her from the sofa.

The wound on his arm seemed to tear open a bit because of the sudden exertion.

Adam’s brow furrowed slightly, yet he had no intention of putting Elly down.