Adam Jones was amused by her appearance and deliberately messed up her hair with a strong rub of his hand on her head.
The next second, he felt a sense of déjà vu about this action.
"How can you, a fierce woman, feel shy?"
Elly Campbell straightened her long hair that he had disheveled and looked up at Adam Jones, narrowing her eyes with a dangerous aura slowly emanating from them.
"Who are you calling a fierce woman?"
Adam wasn't afraid of her; on the contrary, he felt that their relationship grew closer when they were bantering.
He didn't feel any strangeness at all despite not remembering their past.
Seeing her staring at him fiercely, yet unable to hide the fullness of affection in her eyes, a smile deepened in Adam's.
"Whoever admits to being my wife, I'll say she is the fierce woman."
"Adam Jones, you're asking for it!"
Elly charged at him, raising her hand to smash down on his handsome face.