Betrayed By Husband, Stolen By Brother In Law-Chapter 59: Wedding Night (2)

Melanie wanted to curse as she stared at the ceiling, her mind spinning. She'd lost her mind. That had to be the only explanation. Why else would she have nearly thrown herself at Adam Collins like some reckless fool? She wanted to take a deep breath and curse but was quite aware of the person lying next to her on the bed. No.

She needed to keep her distance( how was she supposed to do that when they were sleeping on the same bed, she had no idea) and maintain a clear boundary between them. He had been right about one thing—she had been so sure that he wouldn't touch her. And yet...

Even now, she could still feel the heat of his lips against her shoulder, a lingering warmth that refused to fade. It was ridiculous. It was just a kiss—barely even that—but her skin still tingled, as if branded by his touch. Thankfully, she'd regained her senses at the last possible moment and stepped away. Or rather jumped away but that semantics.

Once he had gone into the shower after casting an amazed look and muttering something about cold showers, she had wasted no time. Quickly, she dried her hair and her dress and dove straight into the bed and wrapping her self in the blanket like a little dumpling.

It was a childish move, but she needed the physical barrier, something to ground her and separate her from the desire still swirling in her head.

For a brief moment, she debated pretending to be asleep. Maybe if she feigned sleep, she could avoid any awkward interactions for the rest of the night. But then, she dismissed the idea just as quickly. No. Pretending to be asleep would only make her seem weak, as if she was running from him. Worse, it might make him think she was afraid of him. And she wasn't.

With renewed determination, she reached for her phone, deciding that a stand-up comedy show would be the perfect distraction. Laughter was what she needed right now—something light, something normal. But as she stretched out her hand, her gaze involuntarily dropped to the wedding ring glinting on her finger.

Her previous ring had been chosen by Madam Collins. She had never been particularly attached to it, but she had acknowledged its beauty and never found reason to complain. It had been elegant, expensive, and meticulously selected. Maybe that was why she had felt so indifferent to it. It had never really been hers.

This time, though, things were different. She hadn't even given much thought to the rings simply assuming that they would not wear the. And yet, she had been surprised—no, amazed—when he produced those rings.

He had chosen a couple set. It was a simple wedding band, encrusted with a row of diamonds. A slightly thicker, more prominent one for her, and a slimmer, understated one for him.

She traced a finger over the band absent-mindedly. It wasn't extravagant. It was something she would have picked out for herself.

After a brief pause, she shook herself out of her thoughts and quickly turned on her phone, intending to scroll mindlessly until exhaustion took over. Distraction. That was what she needed. Something—anything—to drown out the restless energy humming beneath her skin. But just as she was about to lose herself in the glowing screen, his voice cut through the quiet.

"Unable to sleep?"

She barely resisted the urge to jolt and dropped her phone on her face, wincing. With a grimace, she remained still and answered a soft murmur, "Umm".

She heard him shift beside her, and though she tried not to react, she felt the air change when he turned toward her. From the corner of her eye, she watched as he propped his head up on one palm, his gaze fixed on her.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked curiously.

Her fingers stilled on the screen. Absolutely not. There was no way she was telling him that she had been thinking about his piercings and how he had good taste in jewellery.

"Just... things," she hedged, hoping he would drop it.

But of course, he didn't.

"I can answer your question."

She jerked slightly, whipping her head around to face him. Had she said that out loud? No, she was sure she hadn't. But then, what exactly was he referring to? As her eyes searched his face, she realized that whatever he wanted to answer her about, it wasn't the question that had been lingering in his mind, about if he would be interested in showing her his piercings.

Cautiously, she asked, "What question?"

He gave her a look and answered," Didn't you want to know why I agreed with grandfather and Madam Collins to stay here tonight?"

"Yes." Melanie breathed. Somehow, just talking like this in the darkness made it feel as if they were having an intimate discussion.

"I want to see what plan they have up their sleeve. At present, the two of us are not well acquainted, so they're bound to try and create misunderstandings between us. If we escape now, then this threat will hang over our heads for the next three years. So, I thought... let them try their best for a little while. Then, we'll make our escape on our own terms while they scramble for new ways to separate us."

Melanie raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "What could they possibly do in such a short time?"

Before she could blink, Adam rolled toward her, shifting his weight until his chin was dangerously close to her shoulder. She froze as she stared into his glinting eyes.

"My sweet Melon. The problem is... you're too innocent."

She bristled at that. "Excuse me?" And she was pretty sure that he'd moved closer as he said, "Don't you think I might have a past? One that you'd find... uncomfortable?"

Melanie blinked. A past? The thought had never really crossed her mind, but now that he mentioned it, she supposed it made sense. So, they were planning to bring someone from Adam's past? But why would she be bothered about it? It was his past after all.

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As she was about to ask him about it, he rolled away, facing away from her.