Adam Jones looked down at Elly Campbell’s cheeks, red-hot with blush, his voice dry and hoarse, "You left me for four years, you had me going without for four years, how should this account be settled?"
Elly Campbell opened her mouth to speak, but he silenced her dominantly.
Right at that moment, Adam Jones’s phone, which was set aside, suddenly rang, interrupting the heat of the moment instantly.
Elly Campbell’s rationale returned in an instant, looking at the unreserved spring scenery in front of her, her complexion became terribly ugly.
She pushed Adam Jones away forcefully, grabbed the blanket to cover herself, but her body was already covered with marks from Adam Jones.
Adam Jones, with a dark face, picked up the phone and glanced at it, seeing a string of unfamiliar numbers. He meant to hang up but accidentally hit the speaker button. Before he could speak, Sophie Baker’s excited voice came from the other end.
"Adam, are you still in Alaska? When are you coming back?"
Hearing Sophie Baker’s voice, Elly Campbell’s face darkened even more, but soon, she regained her usual indifference. She took a bath towel from the side, wrapped it around herself, and with the support of the bed and her other leg, she started to get down from the bed to head to the dressing room.
Her arm, however, was caught by Adam Jones.
Elly Campbell turned to look at him. Adam Jones hadn’t uttered a word yet but already hung up the call, with his own face not looking too good either.
Elly Campbell’s gaze was faint, the passion and confusion from just a moment ago were no longer there. Just looking at him indifferently, yet it made his heart exceptionally flustered.
He subconsciously began to explain but was sharply interrupted by Elly Campbell, "I’m not interested in listening."
"President Jones, since you’re so keen on doing good deeds, go get me a set of clothes from the dressing room."
Elly Campbell sat on the bed, her brows cast down, suddenly losing all her energy, and a coldness enveloped her, making Adam Jones’s frown deepen even further.
Without a word, he turned and went to the dressing room, brought her a set of loose clothes to put on, because it was difficult for Elly Campbell to wear pants due to her inconvenient foot.
Adam Jones stepped forward and helped her without saying anything. Elly Campbell didn’t resist, just quietly accepted his help and got dressed.
Afterwards, they fell into a period of oppressive silence.
After a long time, Adam Jones couldn’t hold back any longer and spoke, "What do I have to do for you to believe that there’s absolutely nothing between Sophie and me?"
Adam Jones pinched the bridge of his nose, suddenly feeling a sense of powerlessness overwhelming him, realizing only now the ironic twist of using Sophie to embarrass Elly Campbell in bygone days.
Despite his reluctance to admit it, he couldn’t deny that he cared for Elly Campbell, perhaps even more than he himself had realized.
"So, what do you want me to do to believe that I don’t care at all whether you have something going on with Sophie or not?"
Elly Campbell asked him back with a smile, but that smile didn’t reach her eyes. Deep within those eyes, there was always a clear and cold detachment, chilling him to his core.
"Adam Jones, from the moment I made up my mind to divorce, whether you and Sophie are involved or not, it’s not something I care to concern myself with. Just right, you can pass this message to Sophie for me. Stop disgusting me with things I don’t want and spare me the jokes."
Having said that, she got up and hopped towards the door, and even though hopping hurt her injured foot severely, she didn’t want to stay in the same space as Adam Jones any longer.
With her back to Adam Jones, she lowered her gaze, a hint of self-mockery and bitterness showing in her eyes.