Having said that, he hung up the phone. His trip to Alaska was a spontaneous decision; he told no one, instead taking a cab on his own from the airport to a house he had casually purchased across from the one where Elly Campbell lived.
Adam Jones was standing in front of the elevator when he had just pressed the button, and suddenly, a gentle female voice came from behind him, seemingly pressing down the strength of her voice deliberately, which made the gentleness seem excessively forced.
Adam Jones slightly twisted his brows with a hint of dislike as the owner of the voice had already reached his side.
A hand, intentionally or unintentionally, brushed aside the hair that fell over her temples to hang behind her ear, revealing a delicate face with eyes that could hardly contain their excitement as they lingered on Adam’s face.
Lynn Clark hadn’t expected to run into Adam Jones the moment she came back, and seeing that he was alone, she couldn’t help having other thoughts.
She felt that she must have a destiny with President Jones; otherwise, why would she encounter him right after her return?
Previously, he had not contacted her, surely because he must have lost her phone number. She thought she should have asked President Jones to save her number in his phone right then and there.
All this to and fro had been such a waste of time—Lynn Clark couldn’t help feeling annoyed with herself.
But she didn’t let this annoyance show in front of Adam Jones.
Looking up at Adam Jones, she saw that his gaze was not on her but remained fixed on the elevator floor indicator, and she felt a twinge of disappointment.
The elevator arrived at the first floor. Adam Jones stepped in, and Lynn Clark hurriedly followed. As Adam reached to press the floor button, her eyes suddenly brightened, and she almost simultaneously reached out to press the button.
Her fingertips seemingly brushed Adam’s by accident, and she abruptly pulled back her hand as if shocked, casting down her gaze to display a shy, girlish coyness.
After pressing the floor button, Adam Jones stood aside silently and kept some distance from Lynn Clark.
After their fingers nearly touched in a flirtatious move, Lynn Clark thought Adam Jones would look her way after pressing the floor button. But after waiting in shyness for quite a while, she noticed out of the corner of her eye that Adam Jones hadn’t so much as glanced at her, which made her furrow her brows in frustration.
"Did you just get back today, Mr. Jones?"
She purposefully moved closer to Adam Jones.
Adam Jones furrowed his brows in apparent irritation. Since he had been waiting for the elevator downstairs, he had felt this woman before him was being contrived in various ways. He did not want to waste any time entertaining her, and now she dared come this close to him?
His dark pupils shrank with impatience as he turned to look at Lynn Clark.
Lynn Clark, seeing Adam Jones’ gaze turn towards her, felt a secret delight, and her eyes brightened. But then she heard Adam Jones say with a cold face, "Could you keep some distance from me?"
The smile on Lynn Clark’s face immediately stiffened, and she grew pale—she wasn’t stupid and could hear the undisguised aversion in Adam Jones’ tone.
Suppressing the sourness in her eyes, she stepped back twice, with tears welling up, making her look particularly pitiable.
Adam Jones’ gaze didn’t linger on her face but turned away, just as the elevator door opened, and he walked out without a sideways glance.
Lynn Clark really had been scared by Adam Jones; she had met plenty of wealthy heirs and rich businessmen, but it was the first time she saw someone whose eyes could hold such a formidable presence.