Relentless Pursuit After Divorce
Chapter 590. Can’t Lose You Again_1

Chapter 590: 590. Can’t Lose You Again_1

When Elly Campbell heard his words, she glanced sideways at Adam Jones, and just as he turned his head to look at her, their gazes met perfectly.

In those deep, dark pupils of his, an undisguised depth of affection permeated, making it difficult for Elly Campbell to ignore.

Adam Jones lifted his hand, gently caressing her cheek, his fingertips slowly tracing the contours of her facial features, his gaze becoming increasingly tender.

"Thank goodness, I found you again. I can’t afford to lose you again in this lifetime."

He gently lifted her chin and bent down to kiss her slowly.

Compared to the previous forceful and wild kisses, this one was extremely gentle, with a careful, caring, and soothing touch.

It also gave Elly Campbell a taste of sincere gratitude.

Her heartbeat quickened uncontrollably under his kiss, and she involuntarily wrapped her arms around his shoulders, beginning to respond to him bit by bit.

Gradually, what began as a gentle kiss grew wilder with increasingly heavy breathing.

Just as reason was on the brink of being consumed by the ignited flames, the door was knocked—

"Thump thump thump!!"

"Daddy, Mommy!"

Hearing her son’s voice, Elly Campbell abruptly pulled back her disengaging reason.

She pushed Adam Jones forcefully away, regardless of his look of injury, took several deep breaths to regulate her breathing, and slowly the heat from her face and body subsided.

Adam Jones’s complexion wasn’t looking good. Being pushed away by his wife at a crucial moment wasn’t a good feeling.

And the culprit was the little rascal.

As Elly Campbell turned to open the door, she was assertively pulled back into his arms by the wrist, "Don’t open it."

"Our son is outside."

"Let him knock!"

He spoke with a husky voice, his expression somewhat sour, and even a bit pitiful, "Wife, I’m in discomfort..."

The closeness of their bodies allowed Elly Campbell to naturally feel the physiological changes in Adam Jones, and she understood what he was talking about.

In that respect, he was like a wolf that hadn’t eaten meat for a lifetime, utterly unrestrained.

Just last night he had taken from her fiercely, leaving not a bone behind. How could Elly Campbell possibly let him have his way now?

"You brought this on yourself, why blame me for your discomfort?"

Elly Campbell gave him an indifferent roll of her eyes and turned again to open the door.

Adam Jones was not about to let the little third-wheel in, keeping his wife tightly confined in his arms, he said:

"Whom else should I blame if not you?"

He pressed his body against her, rubbing in a way that almost ignited Elly Campbell’s fire.

"It’s all because you’re too attractive, making me lose control every time."

Stirred by his recent actions, Elly Campbell was almost losing control herself, when he turned the blame onto her as the "culprit crying foul first," she stomped hard on the back of his foot.

Seizing the moment when he was in pain, she escaped, "If you’re in discomfort, go solve it in the bathroom."

"Wife, you help me..."

"Fine, I’ll help you."

Elly Campbell agreed readily, and a look of joy flashed across Adam Jones’s face. Before he could say anything more, Elly Campbell pushed him toward the bathroom.

"Go in and take care of it, I’ll get you some tissue paper."

Adam Jones: "..."

Was this the kind of help his wife had in mind?

He looked plaintively at Elly Campbell, shaking her fingers, "Wife..."

Elly Campbell ignored him, quickly turned, and ran off before he could catch her.

Adam Jones watched her retreating back, laughed helplessly, and feeling the intense discomfort, his wife was not assisting, so he had to go to the bathroom to deal with it himself.