He carried her to the sofa and had her sit down.
Then he squatted down in front of her, coaxing her like a child:
"Stay seated like a good girl, brother will go brew some coffee for you. Don't move around, understand?"
Elly Campbell looked at him, nodding vaguely as if she somewhat understood.
Adam Jones tenderly rubbed her face before standing up to head to the kitchen.
The next second, Elly, who had been sitting on the sofa, suddenly stood up and leaned against his back, her arms tightly clinging to his shoulders, refusing to let go.
Adam Jones: "..."
He turned his head with a helpless yet amused look at the woman burying her face in his shoulder and said, "What is it? Didn't I tell you to sit still?"
Though he said that, with Elly clinging to his back, he didn't push her away. Instead, he held her tightly with both hands, fearing she would accidentally fall.
Elly Campbell glanced sideways at him, her eyes reddening more and more from the alcohol.
