Chapter 2: 002. Foolishly Lovesick Chapter 2: 002. Foolishly Lovesick Editor: Henyee Translations When it was all over, Elly Campbell stood silently, watching the bathroom still cloaked in steam. There was no trace of joy on her face, nor in her heart.
She had never imagined that a moment meant to be beautiful for both of them would begin .
In pain, Elly half-squatted on the floor. Adam Jones only cast her a cold glance before stepping into the shower. After a quick rinse, he wrapped a towel around himself and walked out.
It took Elly a long time to recover from the sharp, tearing pain. Slowly, she got up from the ground and made her way to the shower to clean herself.
Staring at her reflection in the mirror, her face, pale as paper, couldn’t mask her delicate beauty. Yet it had never once captured Adam’s attention.
With a sardonic tug at the corner of her lips, Elly unexpectedly noticed that Adam Jones was still in the room.
This was the marital bedroom she shared with Adam Jones, yet in three years, his visits could be counted on one hand, let alone him staying the night.
At that moment, Adam, already dressed, sat on the sofa with his long legs casually crossed. He looked down at Elly with an air of superiority.
That look was familiar to Elly, but tonight… it was so sharp that it made her feel utterly humiliated.
Elly raised her eyes to meet his, her voice hoarse as she asked, “Is there something else?”
Standing before her, Adam looked down at the woman—her body marked with wounds, her face pale. But it was her calmness that irked him. His words came out cold and ruthless.
“Sophie is back. I’m giving you one day to get out of here.”
Elly’s body stiffened. In her stunned gaze, a flicker of disbelief appeared.
“Sophie Baker is back?”
Sophie Baker—Elly wasn’t unfamiliar with the name, even though Sophie had never actually appeared in her life. Yet, she had always lingered in Elly’s existence.
Elly gazed into Adam’s eyes for a long time. Those bottomless eyes, whenever they met hers, were always as cold as bayonets.
She watched him silently, the memory of that tender, sunny-smiled boy becoming more and more distant, fading into blur.
After a long moment, she took a deep breath, as if gathering all her courage, and asked softly, “Adam, in these three years, was there ever a moment… when you liked me?”
As the words left her lips, Elly knew she had crushed all her dignity beneath her feet.
The tears threatening to spill from her eyes were forcefully held back.
Adam’s body tensed, caught off guard by Elly’s question. A brief flicker of confusion passed through his profound eyes.
But the confusion just passed away in an instant.
He stared at her in silence for a long while before letting out a scornful, mocking laugh. “What do you think?”
Elly saw the mockery in his gaze, as if he were laughing at her for being foolishly lovesick.
She laughed along, feeling the absurdity of her question, realizing how utterly self-unaware she had been.
If Adam had ever liked her, even just a little over the past three years, he wouldn’t be humiliating her now.
Adam couldn’t understand why she suddenly laughed. When he mentioned Sophie, Elly’s response had been unexpectedly calm.
It was too calm, in fact, for what a wife’s reaction should have been. Watching her like that, Adam’s unease deepened.
For three years, she had always been proper and composed, never making a fuss—a considerate wife who never irritated him.
But only he knew how venomous this woman’s heart truly was.