Betrayed By Husband, Stolen By Brother In Law-Chapter 81: Adventurous Heart

Melanie fell back onto the bed in the hotel room with a sigh, her body sinking into the soft mattress even as she rolled over and closed her eyes. Today had been exhausting... but fun! Even as she closed her eyes, memories of the day continued to play in her mind. From the moment when Adam had dragged her onto the flyboard until she had done it herself.

She grinned. Sure, she'd been dunked more times than she could count, much to the loud laughter of Adam, but that had made the success even sweeter. She'd wanted to twirl like he did but then gave up the thought. That would be too much for the first day.

And then, the thought of the twirl reminded her of... that moment. The brief brush of Adam's lips against hers. A fleeting touch, barely a kiss, yet after that moment, it had been oddly natural. As if it were okay to kiss him.

It hit her then—somewhere along the way, Adam had stopped being a distraction and the one who was constantly making things difficult for her.. He had become someone she could consider a friend. Someone she trusted.

And maybe that was why the kiss hadn't flustered her. The attraction she'd once felt—that frustrating pull—was gone. She justified to herself that maybe the explosive attraction to him that she felt had never been about only his looks.

It was his boldness, his carefree attitude, his ability to chase what he wanted without hesitation. He had the kind of audacity she had always admired, the courage to leap without worrying about the fall. The kind of thirst for adventure that she'd once thought she had... And had somehow lost along the way.

Suddenly, she wanted to give up all the work and go around trying all the adventures she used to yearn for when she was young.

Melanie rolled over and smiled softly as she stared at the ceiling. Well, now that she had been reminded of her adventurous heart, she would make it a point to go often... once LuxeArt was stable. It might take time to get it back on its feet, but it would be fun. And she could always slip to this place since it was so close.

And that was another thing that shocked her. This wonderful haven was only four hours drive away and she didn't even know it! Maybe she would grab Laela and come here sometime over the weekend!

She patted her hand along the bed, searching for her phone. Her fingers found it, and she grabbed it quickly, intending to send a message to Laela. But as she unlocked the screen, her eyes widened. Adam had sent her a message.

Curious, she opened the chat — and then nearly flung the phone away like it was on fire. Her cheeks burned, her heart hammering in her chest. Cautiously, she peeked at the photo again, her pulse skipping a beat.

It was that picture.

She was clinging to him like her life depended on it — which, honestly, it had at the time — but her body was plastered to his, her arms hooked around his neck. His arms circled her lower waist, one hand unmistakably low enough to seem... suggestive.

Worse, their faces were so close that their lips had met — or at least, it looked like they had. And the spray of water around them added a dramatic, almost intimate effect. As if they were in a snowball.

But the problem was they did not just look like lovers. They looked like exhibitionists caught mid-passion in broad daylight! With the way they were looking into each other's eyes...

"Oh no..." she muttered, pressing her hands to her face. Had she really thought that her attraction to him was gone? One look at this photo and anyone would call her a liar!

As if that one picture wasn't enough, she scrolled down and saw the rest of the images.

Apparently, the people Adam had spoken to before dragging her onto that flyboard had been more than enthusiastic photographers. There were multiple shots — each one worse than the last. Oh the shots were beautiful so whoever clicked the pictures would have to be talented... But they were... criminal! Yes! That was the word for it!

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One showed her clutching his shoulder, her face half-buried against his neck. It looked like she was kissing him!

Another picture had his hand splayed dangerously low on her back, their soaked clothes clinging in ways that left very little to the imagination. And then... that final shot where their lips seemed to brush. It looked like a proper kiss

Her heart stuttered. Dam* it! Was the photographer a movie director or something? Why did the photos look so dramatic and suggestive?

Before she could curse at him, he shared other pictures too- of their obstacle race and him winning while her lying there defeated.

And finally, he had messaged her," I thought we should have some proof so I'd asked a few people to click pictures..."

She did not reply to that. Well, the pictures were indeed good and he had not probably expected the other ones to turn out like that.

But of course, she was thinking too highly of him as his next message said," I like this pic the best. I am going to make it my screensaver."

She scowled. He was going to make a screensaver of a picture where they seemed to be kissing? Ha! Impossible. She didn't believe it. He was probably trying to get a raise out of her. Like hell, she was going to give him the satisfaction. Instead, she chose a picture from the obstacle race where he'd slipped and had a frustrated expression on his face and replied," I would say this is the best picture."

She'd intended to tease him but before she could celebrate her success, pat came the reply, "You have my permission to put that as your wallpaper, Melon baby! I approve of your choice."

Melanie shook her head and rolled her eyes. Her choice being him? As if.