Adam Jones looked in the rear-view mirror at the mother and son in the back seat, gently lowering his eyes while the corners of his lips curled into a mild arc.
William Campbell was exhausted from playing all day and had fallen asleep in the car by the time they got home.
Elly Campbell carried him down from the car, and Adam Jones had already walked up to her, "Let me take the child."
Elly looked at him, furrowed her brows, and said, "Why aren’t you leaving yet?"
"Aren’t I on my way home now?"
Adam smiled faintly, taking William into his arms.
"Adam Jones, you can’t seriously be thinking about getting back together with me?"
This question had been discussed so many times that Elly herself was getting tired of it.
"I’ve answered this question many times already."
Adam replied, holding the child and heading towards the corridor, with Elly frowning and following alongside him.
Inside the elevator, Elly pressed her temper and continued, "Eight years ago, it was you who wanted to call off our engagement. Seven years ago, you weren’t willing to marry me, so why is it now that you are the one who doesn’t want a divorce?"
When Elly brought up the past eight years, Adam’s originally gentle features suddenly turned a few degrees colder, and a flicker of animosity shot through the depths of his profound eyes.
The elevator reached the top floor, and Adam stepped out with a cold face. Elly hurriedly followed, and Adam suddenly stopped, his gaze towards Elly abruptly gaining a chill.
"I have my reasons for everything I do, you don’t need to ask so much!"
Angered by Adam’s presumptuous behavior, Elly laughed sarcastically, "You are always appearing in my life now, and your presence is a disturbance. Why can’t I ask?"
Adam’s lips curled coldly and his eyes filled with a hint of sarcasm, "Then you can assume that I still have lingering feelings for you."
Elly was frustrated, "Lingering feelings? I wasn’t aware that I ever had any such surplus emotions for President Jones."
She reached out, snatched William back to hold in her arms, walked through the door, and turned to look at Adam. Seeing that Adam had no intention of forcing his way in, just those deep eyes carried a few shades of hatred she couldn’t understand.
She didn’t ponder over it much, simply said coldly, "I don’t care what you have in mind for not divorcing me, but please stay away from us. I don’t want to be disturbed at all."
In a blink of an eye, the holiday season ended, and the working crowd gradually adjusted back from their holidays to start work.
"CEO Campbell, something terrible has happened, you have to check the internet."
Elly Campbell’s secretary pushed the door open anxiously, holding a tablet computer, and placed it in front of Elly.
"Look, is this William?"
It was the Twitter client, where a photo of a family of three at an amusement park had been posted online and instantly topped the Twitter Hot Search.
The headline read — Adam Jones has a son?
In the photo, Adam Jones was holding William in line at the entrance to the amusement park. At that time, Elly had gone to buy tickets, so she wasn’t in the photo.
By now, the topic of Adam Jones having a son had gone viral, with retweets and comments reaching hundreds of thousands, causing more buzz than a celebrity influencer.
Elly’s complexion turned sour, knowing the photo had likely been taken by someone at the amusement park, and undoubtedly many had already recognized Adam Jones.
She always knew that whenever that man Adam appeared, nothing good happened.
Her son’s life had been so peaceful, and now because of being with Adam, it had ended up on the Hot Search topic list.
She lifted her hand to scroll through the comments, her gaze growing heavier and heavier.