Betrayed By Husband, Stolen By Brother In Law-Chapter 283: Sick

"Are you feeling sick?" Adir asked the moment the car drove off, his voice laced with open concern.

Adam glanced at him briefly through the rearview mirror before shaking his head in silence.

"Then why do you look so bad?" Adir pressed, tilting his head. "Like someone made you eat medicine that tasted really, really awful."

Adam sighed, keeping his gaze fixed on the road ahead. "It’s nothing, kiddo. I just... don’t like making Melanie wait."

Adir gave an exaggerated roll of his eyes. "But I already called her and told her my friend was hurt. She said it was okay if we dropped her off first. She even said she hoped that my friend would feel better soon."

Adam didn’t respond right away. He gave a brief shake of his head and muttered, "Miss Melody is your teacher, not your friend."

"She said she can be anything. She said she’s our ’mother teacher,’ so she can be like a teacher, a mother, or a friend. I like her as a friend."

Adam didn’t argue. He drove on in silence, but his mind was far from the conversation.

He wasn’t thinking about Adir. Or even about Melanie. His thoughts were stuck on that look.

Because he had seen that look before.

He’d played the field long enough to know when someone was intrigued and interested. When her eyes followed just a little too long. When her voice softened without reason. When her posture shifted, her attention held, her guard dropped-not from professionalism, not from politeness, but from something else entirely.

Infatuation.

Melody had tried to hide it. Had kept her words light and her tone careful. But Adam wasn’t blind, and he wasn’t new to this game. He could tell the difference from where she was hoping to get near him.

It was something else.

It wasn’t bold. It wasn’t brazen. But it was there-just under the surface. And it had unsettled him more than he cared to admit. Because it wasn’t coming from a stranger at a bar or a girl he’d never see again.

It was coming from Adir’s teacher. From a woman who looked so much like Melanie, it was sometimes hard not to do a double take. And the person who had actually made his Melon jealous.

That was what made him uncomfortable.

Because for the first time in a long time... he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to feel about being looked at like that. He wanted to warn her to back off, but she had done nothing. He sighed. This was troublesome. Despite what he had told Melanie about always making her jealous, he didn’t want something like that around their relationship. It was never healthy.

When they reached the store, Melanie was already waiting outside, one hand on her hip, the other casually scrolling through her phone.

Before Adir could even reach for the door, Adam was out, walking over to her. Melanie looked up as he approached, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"Hey," she said.

"Hey," he murmured back.

Then, without hesitation, he leaned in and kissed her, almost desperate for it. Somehow, this entire interaction had made him extremely uncomfortable today. He could onlt breathe properly as she kissed him back before moving back with a grin," Adam! Someone might think we’ve been separated and are meeting after over a year, with the way you are kissing me."

He grinned and cupped her face, smiling," Well, it does feel like years, my sweet Melon."

Melanie grinned and shook her head, moving to sit in the car as Adam held the door open for her.

The moment she settled into the seat, she turned slightly and inhaled again, subtly this time. There was something unmistakable lingering in the cabin. A faint floral note—sweet, powdery, distinctly feminine.

Perfume.

Not hers.

Before she could turn the thought over too long, Adir leaned forward between the seats with a grin.

"How was your day?" he asked brightly, pressing a kiss to her cheek like he always did. "Did you have to wait long?"

Melanie smiled back automatically, caught off guard by the sudden affection. "Not too long," she replied. "You boys took your time, though."

Adir nodded solemnly. "We had a rescue mission. Miss Melody was hurt, so we took her home."

Melanie’s brows lifted just slightly. "Hurt?"

"Twisted her leg. She was even limping."

Melanie nodded and glanced at Adam whose face screamed of irritation while Adir went on about how he had helped Melody because she was his friend.

So, it was Melody whose perfume she could smell. Melanie felt a bit uncomfortable but then shook her head. The previous incident had been a misunderstanding so, there was no reason for her to hold onto that and be irritated.

She sat quietly for a moment longer, letting the hum of the car settle around them. The perfume still lingered faintly, but she didn’t bring it up again and made herself let it go.

Instead, she turned slightly toward Adir and said, "You know what? Since Miss Melody got hurt, maybe next time you should take her something tasty and nutritious. Something that helps her feel better fast."

Adir’s face lit up instantly at the idea, "Really? I can do that?"

"Of course," she said, smiling. "You care about her, don’t you?" ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

He nodded eagerly. "She’s my friend! And she helps me with my spellings and tells funny stories."

"Then something healthy and yummy. I’ll help you pack it if you like."

Adir looked like he’d just been handed a mission from the President himself. "Can I give her mango juice? And the almond brittle chocolates?"

Melanie laughed. "Perfect choice."

From the driver’s seat, Adam’s shoulders eased just slightly. He cast a sidelong glance at her, the tension in his jaw beginning to fade. He’d expected a biting comment or some quiet brooding. But instead, she’d chosen kindness. And he laughed at himself. He’d been worried for nothing.

His Melon was too smart for that.

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