But she quickly reined in her emotions, looking down and saying casually:
"So what? It's just a title."
Elly Campbell felt a twinge of guilt in her eyes, always focusing on Adam Jones's wound, deliberately avoiding his intense and probing gaze.
"Just a title?"
Adam Jones let out a low chuckle and lightly brushed away the hair covering Elly's forehead, his calloused fingertips grazing her delicate skin, leaving a faint tingling sensation.
Elly's body involuntarily shuddered, and she turned her face aside, dodging Adam's touch.
"Then I'll just call you 'wife' from now on, you won't mind, right? After all, it's just a title."
"You..."
Elly's face flushed red with the words from Adam, but she couldn't muster a strong enough rebuttal.
She furrowed her brows and moved her lips, holding back several times from saying something, and continued to sew his stitches while pretending to be calm.
