"When I was at the hotel entrance just now, I thought it over carefully and felt that we still have a great need to catch up,"
Adam Jones's deep voice continued from above her head, and Elly Campbell's heart tightened again, forgetting to remove Adam's hand from around her waist.
Looking up at Adam, who still had a smile in his eyes, her height of one meter seventy-something was not short among girls, but when Adam's tall frame stood in front of her, that familiar yet unseen forceful pressure rushed over her.
Even though his brows looked gentle at the moment and his lips still carried a smile, it made Elly feel overwhelmed with pressure.
Elly was consciously avoiding the topic of her son when she heard Adam say, "Elly, my son is still with you, aren't you planning to give him back to me?"
The corners of his mouth held a smile as he looked down at her from his height, his voice light, yet he dropped a bomb that Elly dared not catch.
He really did remember.
