He rose to his feet, his heavy footsteps taking him to Elly Campbell’s side. He leaned down to look at her, his deep eyes shining with an unreadable light that locked onto Elly’s guarded gaze. "Harboring ill intentions?"
Elly didn’t want to be too close to him, and as he leaned in, she shifted her body backward, putting some distance between them.
Looking at the extra space on the sofa, Adam Jones laughed in a deep voice and immediately sat down, "So you’re giving me your seat just like that?"
"You guessed right, I indeed have ulterior motives."
He moved a bit closer to Elly Campbell, and when she thought to edge away, she found herself near the wall with no more space to retreat.
All she could do was frown and watch Adam Jones’ smiling eyes coldly.
Seeing the wariness in the beautiful black-and-white eyes before him, Adam chuckled. "Collaborating with Brayman gives me the chance to get close to my wife, to dispel your thoughts of divorce, doesn’t it?"
He lifted his hand, gently playing with the strands of Elly’s hair that hung by her ears. His voice was low and husky, soft enough to melt the heart of anyone listening.
Elly was amused by his words, but the guard in her eyes didn’t relax in the least, still clear and bright.
"Then I really can’t collaborate with President Jones. What if one day I lose my mind and decide not to divorce? Wouldn’t I be throwing myself back into the fire pit?"
She didn’t deny it. Instead, she took up Adam Jones’ words directly, which actually made him pause for a moment.
Adam Jones found that he somewhat enjoyed interacting with Elly Campbell . Even if their conversations were contentious, it made him feel closer to her than during the three years they were married.
He leaned in close to her ear and chuckled, his lips very near her ear, the warm breath from his laugh continuously brushing past her, making her body uncontrollably soften a bit.
"Why so little confidence in yourself?"
Adam Jones’ expression turned serious, a hint of annoyance showing.
Elly shrugged nonchalantly, "Can’t help it, after all, I was born with poor vision, otherwise I wouldn’t have fallen for you in the first place."
He really wanted to strangle her!
He watched her quietly for a long while, then suddenly laughed, moving a bit closer to Elly. "What to do? I find my wife is getting more and more eloquent, and I am less and less willing to divorce."
His lips were nearly touching Elly’s face. As he spoke, his lips brushed unintentionally yet intentionally against her face, sending her into a frenzy, her heartbeat thundering like a drum.
Elly really wanted to slap Adam Jones across the face. Taking a deep breath, she forcefully pushed him away from her.
She stood up from the sofa, feigning calmness, "President Jones, if you have time to fool around in front of me, I certainly don’t have time to entertain you. If you’re feeling frisky, shall I call someone over for you?"
Adam Jones didn’t get angry. He just leaned back lazily on the sofa, smiling at Elly’s slightly angry face. "No one pleases me as much as you do."
Elly rolled her eyes inwardly once again.
She really couldn’t understand why Adam Jones had waited for her on purpose in the company building and staged this encounter with her.
She didn’t believe it was purely about the collaboration.
With Jones Corporation being such a mighty conglomerate, everybody was eager to collaborate with them. Being rejected by her, how could it be possible that the President himself would personally come to seek a collaboration?