Turning around, she met Adam Jones’s deep gaze and the dissatisfaction brimming from those eyes.
"Ex-husbands can’t have dinner together?"
Elly Campbell rolled her eyes internally, really wanting to smack the jerk across the face.
Who would want to eat with an ex-husband creature? Wasn’t she afraid of indigestion?
"Do you have some misunderstanding about the term ’ex-husband’?"
Adam was too close to her, making her whole body extremely uncomfortable, and she involuntarily shifted backward.
And the passing stewardess, upon hearing the conversation about "ex-husband and ex-wife," was completely baffled.
President Jones got married?
And also got divorced?
But with their intimate posture, how did they resemble an ex-husband and ex-wife? They clearly looked like a pair of cheating "bastards."
The thought processes of the wealthy are indeed not something ordinary people can understand, even the relationship between divorced couples is different from the norm.
Shouldn’t the relationship between an ex-husband and ex-wife involve wishing each other dead immediately?
The beautiful stewardess had an exceedingly complex inner drama, and she left with a complicated expression.
Now, when Adam Jones heard the words "ex-husband," his liver ached, feeling as if his foot had been mangled by a rock.
But what could be done? He was the one who had moved the rock; he had smashed his own foot. What was the use of regretting now?
He simply didn’t argue about it anymore, just looked at Elly Campbell and sneered coldly, "Then what is your understanding of an ex-husband?"
Elly felt Jones Corporation must be on the verge of bankruptcy for him to have the time to discuss such a boring topic with her.
Giving him an indifferent look and seeing that he kept staring at her, with the attitude that he would keep leaning close until she gave an answer, she gritted her teeth, endured, and still replied:
"Of course, he’s a former husband with whom all ties have been severed."
She particularly emphasized the words "former husband" to get Adam to consciously stay away from her.
Yet the man in front of her remained unmoved; upon hearing her response, he even scoffed as if it were inconsequential, "That’s your understanding."
Seeing that he still maintained the same close proximity as before and not wanting to blow up at him on the airplane, she could only suppress her anger and say:
"Then what, pray tell, is President Jones’s understanding?"
She glared at him, teeth clenched, wishing she could bite this man to death.
Seeing Adam Jones suddenly look at her, smiling ambiguously, he said, "Of course, he’s a husband with whom one is rekindling an old romance."
This guy must be sick!
They had just divorced yesterday, and now he wanted to rekindle an old romance with her today?
It had only been one night of sleep, and not a night of "sleeping."
Was his brain filled with some sort of fish that had a seven-second memory?
She looked at Adam Jones as if he were mentally challenged, but before she could speak, Adam had already moved away from in front of her.
If Adam Jones wasn’t clinging, she certainly wouldn’t take the initiative to talk to him either. Seeing that he had quieted down decisively, she also breathed a sigh of relief, her gaze resting serenely outside the cabin.
But what she didn’t know was that, although Adam Jones wasn’t shaking in front of her, his sharp, dark eyes remained fixed on her profile. Holding coffee from the stewardess in his hand, he gently stroked the edge of the cup, pondering something.
Boston wasn’t far from Alaska, and the plane arrived there after an hour and a half.
When she came out of the airport, Brayman’s CEO, Greenhill Ainley, was already waiting there early.
Greenhill approached, and when he saw clearly the person standing beside Elly Campbell, a hint of surprise showed in his eyes.