William Campbell blinked his large, dark eyes, and though he was obviously talking nonsense, Elly Campbell couldn’t bear to scold him with the seriousness of his manner.
The word "stepfather" he had learned just a few days ago from watching TV, and now he found the perfect opportunity to use it.
Elly Campbell gritted her teeth and turned her gaze toward Adam Jones, who showed no intention of refusal, her expression darkened as she said coldly, "Adam Jones, say something!"
Adam lifted his eyes to look at Elly, his sculpted thin lips curling up slightly, "Are you suggesting I declare I’m his biological father rather than his stepfather?"
Elly was choked by his words, finding herself neither able to admit nor deny.
William glanced at the two of them before settling his gaze back on Elly and said seriously, "Elly, don’t be so picky. I think this uncle is a good match for you, and most importantly, I look like the uncle. If we go out, nobody will think I was born to you and another man."
Son, you were not actually born to any other man.
Looking into her son’s clear and distinct eyes, Elly saw that sliver of hope and knew well that, over the years, as he watched other children accompanied by fathers, William never mentioned it but still harbored a longing and admiration for a father of his own.
She opened her mouth, then, looking at William with a stern expression, said, "William, didn’t you say if Mommy doesn’t like a man, you wouldn’t like him either?"
Upon hearing this, William didn’t think much and promptly nodded, while Adam, guessing what Elly was about to say, furrowed his attractive brows slightly.
Elly nodded with satisfaction, pointed to Adam, and said, "William likes this man, but Mommy doesn’t. Shouldn’t William refrain from forcing Mommy?"
At this, William’s face showed obvious hesitation. His clear eyes turned towards Adam’s frowning, handsome face and after a moment of silence, he still seemed reluctant to give up.
Turning to look at Elly, he pursed his small lips and asked, "Aren’t you going to consider it, Elly?"
"No need to consider."
Elly responded without hesitation. Seeing a hint of disappointment in William’s eyes, she quickly added, "Mommy promises to find you a dad that both you and Mommy like, alright?"
At this point, Adam, who had remained silent until now, could no longer hold back. He glared coldly at Elly, "Elly Campbell, do you think I’m dead?"
Elly gave him an indifferent look, as if to say to Adam, "I’ve been treating you as if you were dead."
Adam slammed the chopsticks down on the dining table, his face darkening as he stood up from his chair and grabbed Elly’s arm. His eyes darkened with a hint of coldness, "Do you think my temper has improved recently?"
As he spoke, his lips were almost touching Elly’s face. To the uninformed, their relationship would appear to be very close and ambiguous. The warm breath spilling from his lips caressed her cheek and spread to her earlobe, both ticklish and numbing.
Elly frowned, repulsed by the sensation, and noticing her son’s clear black and white eyes curiously fixed on them.
Not wanting her child to know more about her issues with Adam, she turned to the nanny and said, "Xiaolin, take William upstairs for a bath."