Betrayed By Husband, Stolen By Brother In Law

Chapter 327: A Change

"Can you help me up?"

Melody asked Adam as he returned from sending off Max. She bit her lip the moment the words left her mouth. Adam paused, giving her a questioning look and she knew why. But it was too late and she had already said the words. Melanie probably wouldn’t have asked for help. She was too independent and proud.

But she was not Melanie. She wanted him near her. She wanted to feel his presence, his warmth, and couldn’t think of anything else to say that wouldn’t sound odd or desperate.

When Adam didn’t move right away and simply stared at her, she froze. Maybe she’d made a mistake. Maybe she’d overstepped. Her fingers curled slightly into the blanket, and she started to turn her face away.

But before she could, he stepped forward in two long strides and leaned down, slipping his arms under her with ease. "Your wish is my command, my sweet little Melon..." he murmured in a low affectionate tone.

She felt her breath catch and a small laugh escaped her as she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on tight. Her body relaxed the moment she felt the steadiness of his grip, the surety in the way he carried her.

She nestled close, letting her head rest against his shoulder as he carried her toward the washroom. With his heartbeat steady beneath her cheek and his arms around her, she found herself wishing she could stay like this forever. Just buried in his arms, safe and unseen by the world.

Adam carried her into the washroom with quiet ease, set her on her feet before stepping back. His hands lingered briefly at her elbows, and Melody felt a thrill at that but then, he simply steadied her and walked out, closing the door sloftly behind him. noveldrama

She stayed where she was, and leaned against the door, listening to the faint sound of his footsteps fading into the room outside. Her eyes fluttered shut for a second.

She needed to move faster. It wasn’t just about pretending anymore. If the police managed to find Melanie, which she doubted but if someone figured out the truth then everything would fall apart. But if she could make Adam hers before that happened, if she could get him to feel something real for her, it wouldn’t matter.

Heck, even if they were able to get together only physically, Melanie would never accept him then. So, even if the real Melanie came back, Adam would already be hers.

She pushed away from the door, walked towards the mirror and looked down at herself.

The hospital gown sagged loosely off one shoulder, the fabric thin and shapeless. She turned to the mirror and frowned. There was no chance she could seduce him looking like this. No one would look at her twice in this outfit at least definitely not the way she wanted him to.

With a quiet huff, she opened the door and stepped back into the room. She would be a fool if she could not bring him close just due to a lack of fashionable clothes. She smiled at the thought of the slighly loosened knot of her gown, which could come undone at the right moment and walked towards him slowly.

Adam was standing near the window. He glanced over as she entered, then moved to her side, took her hand and helped her return to the bed. She held onto his hand and let herself lean into his touch a little longer thant necessary.

She allowed her fingers to linger against his palm, her movements slow and careful, as though she were still unsteady on her feet. He didn’t say anything, only guided her back, helping her settle against the pillows with the same careful way he had been handling her since she woke up,

She lay down on the bed and let her head fall back, eyes fluttering shut for a brief second. Then, as if remembering something, she sat up just a little, leaning back on her elbows as she made sure that her braless breasts would be thrust upwards.

"I feel cold," she murmured, more to herself than to him, even though she made sure he could hear and see since her ni**les were already stiff, begigng for attention.

She watched him move closer to her and the way his eyes gave her a once over, she knew he had already noticed. As he walked to her, he picked up a thin blanket from the foot of the bed and brought it over to her. He draped it across her lap, but she didn’t reach for it right away. Instead, she gave a small, uncertain laugh and rubbed her arms slowly, hoping that he would take action. But he did not look at her again and so she could only complain, "Not just cold. I think I’m still a little dizzy too."

With that, she reached towards the side table as if to grab a glass od water but in the next moment, her hand faltered and the glass slipped, tipping dangerously towards the edge.

As expected, Adam hurriedly leaned forwar to stop its fall, his knee came onto the bed by her side and it was the perfect opportunity. She turned her head towards him so that their lips nearly brushed.

Their faces were inches apart now.

Melody didn’t move. Her gaze lingered on his lips for a moment too long, then flicked up to meet his eyes. Her chest rose and fell with a quiet breath.

She could feel the tension shift between them. His hand was on hers and her knees, bent under the blanket, nudged gently against his thigh as he leaned in just a little more, either to place the glass back or—

Her other hand came up to lightly touch his arm. Barely a brush. Just a small, grateful touch. But it stopped him. He looked down at her hand, then back at her face.

"I think... I need you to hold me Adam," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Adam shifted closer, bracing his hand against the bed near her hip to keep her steady. He didn’t say a word, but now his face was so close she could see the faint shadow of stubble on his jaw. Melody didn’t push further.

He was already holding her and they were so close... This progress was good. Her eyes flickered to his lips and the urge to taste them almost made her lean forward and plant her lips on his. The only thing she found distasteful was the lip ring... For a moment she thought of asking him to remove it but then, she decided that it would break the moment. She looked up at him again, into his eyes, closing the little distance between them.

One heartbeat passed. Then another.

His breath was warm on her skin now, and she tilted her face up just slightly. The smallest movement. Just enough.

But before their lips could meet, Adam straightened. He stepped back, gently pulled his hand away from hers, and walked away, leaving Melody bewildered and aching.

Unable to stop herself, she called out his name, "Adam!" However, he ignored her and almost hurriedly walked out of the room.