Betrayed By Husband, Stolen By Brother In Law-Chapter 253: Slowly

Adam woke up slowly, blinking against the morning light filtering through the curtains. Even half asleep, his hand instinctively patted the side of the bed, searching. What was a man supposed to do when he woke up hungry and craved an early morning snack—not the edible kind, but the warm, soft kind that curled into him like she belonged there? He looked for it, of course.

But the bed beside him was cold. Empty.

He opened one eye, frowning at the vacant space next to him, the sheets already cool to the touch. His early morning indulgence was missing. Why?

With a long stretch of his arms and a groan that came from somewhere deep in his chest, he debated whether he should go looking for her or simply wait for her to return—preferably with that smug little smile she always wore after sneaking out of bed without waking him.

That’s when he heard it.

A burst of laughter—light, unmistakable giggling—drifting in through the open door. He sighed, already dreading what it might mean. What was ’he’ doing here so early in the morning? And if ’he’ was here, then the chances of his Melon returning to the bed anytime soon were—exactly zero.

With a sour expression and a groan of defeat, Adam tossed aside the blanket and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He sat there for a moment, mentally preparing himself, then grabbed the nearest pair of pants and a shirt, tugged them on without much care, and padded barefoot toward the sound.

He stepped outside.

And froze.

There, in the middle of the room, stood two people—both completely white-faced. Not the pale, wide-eyed kind of white that came from fear or panic. No, this was... flour. A full coating of fine, powdery white, like a bag of flour had exploded somewhere nearby. Maybe even directly on them.

Adam stared. They stared back.

"What," he asked flatly, rubbing the bridge of his nose, "is happening here?"

The two turned toward him in perfect unison, grinning like guilty children caught mid-prank. He blinked. How on earth had these two managed to get so in sync so quickly? It was like watching a coordinated act.

And then, as if it had been rehearsed down to the second, they both raised a finger and pointed—one at the other.

"She did it."

"He did it."

Adam exhaled slowly. This was going to be one of ’those’ mornings...

"Would someone please explain what happened?" he asked, arms crossed, tone flat but his eyes taking in the mess with growing amusement.

Before Melanie could get a word out, Adir piped up with enthusiasm and very little remorse. "I told her I was clumsy! I warned her! But she still made me fetch the bag of flour from the pantry!"

Melanie opened her mouth, possibly to defend herself, but Adir was on a roll now.

"It was super heavy! So when I saw her near the counter, I shouted for her to catch it. She missed! So I jumped forward to try and save it—like a hero—and then... this happened!" He gestured to the white cloud still settling on the floor, his arms and face caked in flour.

Adam blinked once. "Hold on. It was—how much flour are we talking about here?"

Melanie rolled her eyes and muttered, "Two hundred and fifty grams."

Adam arched an eyebrow. "That’s... what? Barely half a pound?"

Adir gasped, and made a sad face, "I’m four! Everything is heavy for me! I’m a little boy."

Adam tried to suppress a smile. "You’re four and dramatic," he muttered, but Adir didn’t hear him over his own flustered defense as he continued, "I could’ve pulled a muscle or dropped it on my toe or fallen on my head! Do you know what flour in your eyes feels like?!"

Just as the two were about to escalate into full-blown bickering, Adam sighed and walked forward, cutting through the cloud of powdered sugar and ego.

"Good thing," he said dryly, "that nothing is heavy for me."

Before either of them could guess what he meant, Adam reached out, grabbed Adir by the waist, and with a practiced, effortless motion, swung the boy upside down and hoisted him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Hey!" Adir shrieked, arms flailing. "I am a big boy! This is not how you treat big boys!"

Adam didn’t even break stride as he carried him inside. "You just claimed you were a little boy," he replied, tone far too calm for someone with a giggling, flour-covered child kicking at his chest.

Melanie followed behind them, laughing loudly now. "You totally deserve it, Adir! You threw flour into my hair!"

Inside the kitchen, Adam deposited the indignant boy onto the kitchen island with exaggerated care, brushing a few white streaks off his shirt. "Stay here," he said, mock-serious.

Adir glared at him, cheeks puffed out, but he stayed put, legs swinging off the edge.

Melanie was still laughing as she leaned against the doorway with a glint of mischief in her eye. "You’re enjoying this way too much."

Adam stepped back into the room, flour on his hands now too and then stopped right in front of her.

And then—he just looked at her.

Their eyes met. The amusement in hers faltered slightly. Her smile softened, then vanished entirely. She could see the shift in his expression—playful, yes, but something else behind it. Something closer to trouble. freёwebnoѵel.com

"Adam," she said warningly. "Don’t you dare."

He leaned in, close enough for her to smell the warmth of his skin. His voice dropped into that dangerously low so that only he could hear him. "You," he whispered, "robbed me of my morning snack."

Her breath caught. "I didn’t. Adam! I swear, if you—"

But she didn’t get to finish.

With a grin, Adam swept her off the floor and threw her over his shoulder. Upside down.

"Adam!" she shouted, laughing, pounding a fist against his back as her hair tumbled in front of her face. "Put me down!"

"Nope," he said cheerfully, carrying her toward the island like a man on a mission. "Justice must be served."

"This is not justice!"

"It is if you’re the victim," he replied.

Adir cackled from his perch, legs kicking with glee. "See? I told you it was unfair! But now it is right!"

Adam plopped Melanie down next to the boy, both of them now sitting side by side on the island, looking like a pair of powdered doughnuts. Melanie narrowed her eyes at him, flushed and breathless, but still laughing. "You’re going to regret this."

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