Elly Campbell's expression abruptly stiffened, and her consciousness instantly cleared up, with the events of the night gradually intruding into her mind.
She abruptly sat up from Adam Jones's embrace, reached out to touch his forehead, and seeing that his temperature had returned to normal, she sighed with relief.
Just as she was about to retract her hand, a broad palm covered the back of her hand, pressing it against his forehead.
"Awake?"
The pleasant voice, still rough and sexy from just waking up, made Elly's heart flutter.
Adam Jones opened his eyes, and the sunlight sprinkled on his thick eyelashes, casting a beautiful shadow just beneath his eyes.
Elly's gaze unwittingly crashed into his dark pupils, stirring a faint ripple in her heart that had been calm before.
She unnaturally averted her eyes and, without any change in expression, withdrew her hand from Adam's palm, and pretended to be calm, "Your fever is gone, we should have the doctor check on you later."
