"I promised to marry you long before Spencer even came into the picture."
Melanie frowned at that and shook her head. "How is that possible? Are you saying you agreed to marry me when Grandmother wrote the will? But then… you never came to see me." Melanie frowned a bit," I know you were willing to go to great lengths to go against Spencer, but did you really agree blindly? I mean, is your head okay? Even arranged marriages, people tend to meet first..."
Adam looked at Melanie's widened eyes and let out a low chuckle and shook his head, the kind of gesture that said he was exasperated but also amused. Then, without warning, he picked her up from where she sat on the kitchen island. She let out a startled squeal, her arms instinctively wrapping around his shoulders. But the moment her body met his, she buried her face in his neck, no longer protesting. If her recent bout of jealousy had taught her anything, it was this-whenever she had the chance, she should hold onto him. Tightly.
