Betrayed By Husband, Stolen By Brother In Law-Chapter 135: Not Meeting

"Adam."

Adam turned around at the sound of her voice his movements slow and unsteady as he swayed on his feet. He stared at Melanie blearily, gave her a lopsided smile before turning back to enter their shared house. But, as he tried and failed once again to insert the key into the lock, he didn't know why but some guilt inside him made him want to put distance between him and her.

He squinted at the lock that kept moving and tried to insert the key again but it moved. Frustrated, he turned to look at Melanie and complained,"Melon! You see this conspiracy? This lock won't let me open the door."

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Melanie watched him struggle for another moment and rolled her eyes. When he attempted to jam the key in upside down, she finally let out a sigh and nudged him aside.

"Move."

With a single motion, she took the key from his hand and slid it into the lock, turned it, and opened the door. Adam blinked, then stared at the now-open door, then at her.

"You're a witch, Melon," he said, his voice filled with a kind of drunken awe. "You just—magicked it open."

Melanie rolled her eyes and walked in, placing the heavy bag in her hand onto the table. She'd had a long day today, arguing with the suppliers for one of their signature pieces getting infected wood. And now, Adam, who she had not seen for weeks, was standing here drunk. Just what a day...

Seeing him still standing there, she turned back and asked him," Are you going to stand there all night?"

He wobbled forward with the care of a man crossing a tight rope and once over the threshold, he looked around vaguely.

"Can you tell me which way is my room?" he asked, as if the layout of the house had transformed in his absence. "I need to go there... because I have been a bad boy! I need to hide from Melon..."

That made Melanie still as she turned to look at him carefully, wondering if he was doing this to prank her or something. But he seemed drunk. However, she carefully pointed towards the left and said, "Same place it was yesterday, and every day before that."

He nodded, showed her a thumbs up gesture and as though this was brand new information and shuffled off in that general direction.

She watched him go, then sank onto the couch, dragging a hand over her face as she fell back tiredly. Her gaze lingered on the bedroom door that he had disappeared behind and leaned back in the couch, muttering to herself, " What happened to never drinking much? That drinking too much made him feel vulnerable? What a liar..."

Just then she felt a touchon her knee and nearly jumped out of her skin when she found Adam kneeling in front of her...

"Sorry," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes round and solemn in the dim light.

Melanie blinked. "Sorry? For what?"

He blinked right back at her like she'd just asked the most obvious question in the world. "Because men are jerks," he said.

She burst out laughing. "I didn't know you could be this cute when you're drunk."

With a soft chuckle, she reached forward and patted his cheek as if humoring an innocent little child, "Go to your room, Adam. Sleep off the drunkenness."

But instead of moving, he caught her hands in his and slowly, without a word, lowered his head onto her lap.

Melanie froze.

Adam didn't move for a moment. Then, with a gesture that was totally out of place on someone like him, he took her hand in his and placed it on his cheek, holding it there. His eyes fluttered closed.

Melanie stared down at him, her mouth slightly parted, uncertain what to do. Her first instinct was to pull away—but she didn't. Instead, she let her hand rest there on his slightly stubbled cheek.

A few minutes passed in silence, filled only by the soft hum of the refrigerator in the distance. Then he sighed deeply and as if something inside him was gone, asked her in a soft voice,"Melon. Were there a lot of people like Mr. Grif when you joined ABC as the CEO?"

She stilled. Why would Adam ask such a question?

Her brows furrowed as she looked down at him. "There are some who would take advantage of someone's weakness to gain something for themselves. But there are also others who are fair. So, I was lucky that I didn't have to have deal with too many of those."

"And did you ever have to compromise? For gains?"

Before she could answer, he shook his head, almost to himself. "No... You wouldn't do that. You're too proud for that."

Melanie gave a quiet chuckle, though the mirth didn't quite reach her eyes. "We never really know the circumstances in which someone's had to compromise, Adam. We shouldn't judge too easily."

He lifted his head then, eyes suddenly clearer than they had been all evening. He sat up straighter, searching her face with something dangerously close to clarity—and then, before she could process it, he leaned forward and kissed her hard almost as if he planned to eat her.

For a moment—just one—Melanie kissed him back, her fingers curling ever so slightly against his shirt as she returned his kiss, letting his tongue invade her mouth and caress her.

However, as her arms wound around him, and Adam broke the kiss to pepper kisses over all of her face, she stilled.

And then, as he tried to push her backwards onto the couch, she pushed him away, hard enough that he nearly stumbled back against the coffee table and looked at her in confusion.

Her voice was ice. "Go back to your room, Adam."

He blinked at her, confused.

"And next time," she added, her eyes narrowing, "don't come near me smelling like another woman."

Her words cut through the haze and his expression faltered. But, Melanie didn't wait for him to respond and instead walked to her room, holding her head high.