His hands pinned Elly Campbell's above her head, their eyes locked on each other. Just this pose alone was enough to stir wild thoughts.
The room's lights were off, and the moonlight spilled through the window, illuminating Elly's eyes.
Her eyes were always beautiful, large and round. Even when she looked at him angrily, there was a hint of seduction.
Her chest heaved with anger.
Just looking at her, Adam Jones felt an uncontrollable heat spreading from the pit of his stomach.
His Adam's apple moved subtly, and the look in his eyes became scorching.
His suspended body involuntarily leaned down further, closing the already narrow space between them.
Seeing Adam's gaze changing noticeably, Elly's brows twitched, "Adam Jones, I told you to back off, did you hear me?"
As he moved even closer, his hot breath circulating around her nose, her heartbeat began to race, tense, repelling, and angry—various emotions swept over her.
