Elly Campbell opened the email and looked through it carefully before calling Mr. Ainley back.
"Mr. Ainley, I’ve read the email, and there are no problems, we can proceed as you said," she said.
When it came to work matters, Elly Campbell would naturally become engrossed, to the point where she forgot that her foot still couldn’t bear weight. She was on the phone with Mr. Ainley and stood up from the dining chair.
"Ok, I’ll go take care of it in the study now."
Upon seeing her movement, Adam Jones frowned instantly. As soon as Elly’s foot touched the ground, the pain made her immediately retract it, and she started to fall to the ground, unsteady.
Fortunately, Adam was seated close to her, and before she could hit the floor, he caught her in his arms.
Elly had quite a scare, and, on top of that, the foot she had unconsciously tried to walk on had been exerted too much, causing her severe pain now. All she could do was cling tightly to Adam Jones’s clothes, her heart pounding fiercely.
"Elly Campbell, your techniques for throwing yourself into a man’s arms are becoming more and more diverse," he said.
From above her, she heard Adam Jones’s voice, grinding his teeth and with a trace of lingering fear.
Although he was sitting not too far from her, if he had been even slightly slower in his reaction, Elly’s fall would not have been prevented.
Elly herself was a bit stunned at this moment, having been too absorbed in the discussion with Mr. Ainley to remember her injured foot.
Being held in Adam’s arms, his strong and forceful heartbeat thudded in her ears, causing them to uncontrollably warm up.
At the stair entrance, William Campbell’s delighted voice rang out. Elly came back to her senses and, pretending to be nonchalant, extricated herself from Adam’s embrace as if nothing had happened. She glanced toward the stairs and said, "William, it’s time for dinner."
As she withdrew her gaze, she paused for a moment, then looked again at Lynn Clark, who was next to William. Lynn, who was usually barefaced, now sported a carefully applied makeup look.
Had she put on makeup just in the time it took to call William down for dinner?
Lynn Clark was a beautiful college student; she was quite attractive even without makeup, and now, with a delicate makeup look, she was a sight hard to look away from for a moment.
Even Elly, as a woman, had to admit that Lynn had some charm.
Adding a touch of allure to the innocence of a college student, and a hint of freshness to a woman versed in society’s ways, she was just right.
This style was somewhat similar to Sophie Baker’s, probably the type that Adam Jones would like.
Elly observed Lynn thoughtfully for a moment before turning her gaze away.
Lynn herself felt intimidated by Elly’s look earlier and stood by the stairs, nervously clenching her fists, expecting to be embarrassed or challenged, but Elly had remained silent.
Lynn was both nervous and apprehensive, her gaze flickering repeatedly towards Adam.
President Jones had not glanced her way, and that caused her to lose some confidence all at once.
In college, she was considered the most beautiful girl, and there were plenty of handsome, wealthy Young Masters pursuing her. However, she believed with her qualifications, she could certainly find someone better, so she kept them hanging — neither accepting nor rejecting them.
She was confident in her charm and thought she could attract Adam Jones, but to her surprise, not even a glance came from him.
On second thought, it made sense. What kind of status did Adam Jones have, and what type of beauties hadn’t he seen around him? It was normal that he wouldn’t notice her when she was barefaced.
So, taking advantage of the moment when she called William for dinner upstairs, she put on a delicate makeup look. Yet still, Adam Jones did not look at her.