However, she was surprised that Adam Jones didn’t speak out to deny it.
"Young Miss, breakfast is ready; please have a taste."
Elly Campbell sat down at the dining table, intending to correct Gloria’s address, but felt that it would seem too deliberate and pretentious. After thinking it over, she let it be and simply thanked Gloria, "Thank you, Gloria."
"No need to be polite, Young Miss. I’m already very happy that you can come back to eat the meals I cook."
Like the Old Lady, Gloria’s words were all about trying to match her with Adam Jones.
However, some things simply can’t be reversed. She knew both people meant well, but she didn’t take this meaningless matter to heart.
After breakfast, she got up to leave.
"Elly, are you going to the hospital? Let Adam take you."
"No need, Grandma, President Jones is busy with official duties, and I can catch a taxi nearby, which is good for digestion anyway."
Elly Campbell smiled and declined the Old Lady’s kindness, but then saw Adam Jones with his briefcase by her side, "Let’s go, I’m also heading to the hospital. I can give you a ride on the way."
Elly Campbell thought of Lily Jones who was still in the hospital, and since Adam Jones was likely visiting her, she decided not to be pretentious, "Then thank you, President Jones."
He was displeased when she called him by his full name; Adam Jones was even more unhappy when she called him President Jones.
His deep gaze intensely looked at her for a moment, then he walked past her, silent, toward the garage.
Elly Campbell walked out the front door and waited by the roadside; the chauffeur hadn’t come to pick her up that day, and Adam Jones was driving himself.
When Adam Jones’s car stopped in front of her, Elly Campbell hesitated for a moment before pulling open the back door.
Adam Jones glanced at the passenger seat and frowned slightly, "Elly Campbell."
Just as she got into the car, Elly Campbell looked up and first caught sight of Adam Jones’s hand resting on the steering wheel.
The luxurious and exquisite watch on his robust wrist, his fingers long and his knuckles distinct; just by looking at this hand alone, one could imagine its owner’s elegance and handsomeness.
"Do you think I’m your chauffeur?"
Adam Jones’s displeased voice, low and resonant, came through, and Elly Campbell was startled, replying absentmindedly, "Didn’t President Jones say he would kindly give me a ride?"
"But I never told you to treat me as your chauffeur!"
Elly Campbell didn’t understand what Adam Jones was unhappy about and silently watched him for a while until she heard his cool voice speak up again, "Sit in the front."
Only then did Elly Campbell realize what was upsetting Adam Jones—was it simply because she sat in the back that he accused her of treating him as a chauffeur?
Was he intentionally looking for a reason to argue with her?
In a rush to get to the hospital and with no inclination to argue over such trivial matters, Elly Campbell straightforwardly got out of the car, opened the passenger door, and sat in the front seat.
Only then did Adam Jones give her a satisfied glance and start the car, heading towards First Hospital.
Upon arriving at the hospital with no further conversation, Elly Campbell was the first to get out of the car. Without waiting for Adam Jones, she went straight toward the hospital building.
From a distance, she saw Robert Green standing at the entrance of the building, greeting her with a beaming smile, "Good morning, ma’am."
Elly Campbell immediately noticed the bag in Robert Green’s hand; it was the one she had taken to the bar the day before, and she understood at once.
Since it was Adam Jones who had taken her from the bar yesterday, the bar’s subsequent handling was naturally managed by Robert Green, his personal assistant.