"How come you don’t say it’s your wife who is leading her astray?"
"Elly is not that kind of person."
Hearing this, Adam wished he could knock Helen out with a punch. He couldn’t let someone like Helen stay with Elly any longer.
"So Helen is that kind of person?"
Harry Hall raised an eyebrow defensively, and a hint of dissatisfaction appeared between his handsome brows.
Adam couldn’t be bothered to argue with him. He carried the woman making a scene in his arms out of the bar and made a call to have Robert Green handle the bar’s affairs.
Elly was carried out of the bar by Adam, still shouting non-stop, "Helen, you’re right, men are no good..."
As the seasons transitioned from summer to autumn, a cool evening breeze brought a slight chill. Due to the effects of alcohol, Elly’s pores were wide open, and she subconsciously curled her body into Adam’s embrace, seeking some warmth.
Noticing her intent, Adam looked down at the woman in his arms, Elly’s eyes slightly closed, her expression blurred with drunkenness. A thought crossed Adam’s mind, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
"Helen, compared to the heartless man, a man without a heart is even worse..."
Elly’s voice was hoarse, and she had been repeating phrases like "men are no good" over and over. This sentence was also a murmured in her drunken state.
But to Adam, that sentence felt like a needle pricking his heart, causing a painful swelling.
Looking down at the woman in his arms, her lips moved slightly, still softly repeating those initial words.
Her eyes were tightly shut, her long eyelashes casting fan-shaped shadows under her eyes, and her cheeks were flushed with alcohol.
Her slender body curled up in his arms because of the cold, appearing completely different from the cutting edge he was used to seeing. She seemed like an obedient child, endearingly heartwrenching.
Adam’s gaze lingered on her face for a moment, and his arms holding her tightened slightly as he walked briskly towards his car.
He opened the car door and placed Elly in the passenger seat, then reclined the backrest and covered her with his jacket. These careful movements were something even he hadn’t realized.
Afterward, he got into the car and glanced at the woman lying quietly on the seat, asleep. The corners of his lips hooked almost imperceptibly as he leaned over to buckle her seatbelt before driving home.
"Adam, what kind of disreputable woman are you bringing home? Don’t you—Elly!!"
The Old Lady’s face darkened with anger when she saw Adam carrying a drunk woman inside. She was about to order the woman to be thrown out, but when she recognized the face hidden under the black hair, she exclaimed in shock, and her iron-gray complexion instantly turned to joy.
Her eyes brimming with excitement as she looked at her grandson, "How did you bring Elly back?"
Adam saw the light shining in his grandmother’s eyes, but at that moment, he had no intention to explain, and simply said to the maid standing in the hall, "Gloria, bring up the coffee once it’s done."
"Right away, Young Master."
"Grandma, I’m going to take Elly upstairs first."