Elly Campbell was carried up the stairs all the way, and between the master bedroom and the guest room, Adam decisively chose the guest room where he slept.
He carefully laid Elly Campbell down on the bed, felt that the wound on his arm seemed to tear a little, lifted his sleeve to check, and saw some blood oozing through the gauze, but not much.
Adam didn't bother with it; after lowering his sleeve, he lay down beside Elly Campbell.
Elly Campbell felt she had slept soundly that night, the sort of existential emptiness she had felt for so many years inexplicably filled up during that night.
She opened her eyes contentedly and met an enlarged handsome face.
The face's owner was looking at her with adoring eyes full of love, his voice raspy and sexy from just waking up, "Awake?"
Elly Campbell was startled, and the next second, she became fully alert and sat up abruptly on the bed.
"How could I be on your bed?"
