Elly Campbell entered the house to find Lynn Clark starting to prepare dinner. Hearing the noise at the door, Lynn hurried out.
"Ma’am, you’re back."
As Elly Campbell lifted her head, she saw Lynn Clark with a delicate makeup, her hair lightly tied behind her head, a few stray strands falling over her temples, adding a touch of casual allure.
She wore a form-fitting T-shirt with an off-the-shoulder neckline. The neckline was somewhat low, revealing the fullness of her chest with a slight bend of the body. This attire was quite different from her usual home wear.
Elly paused for a moment, looking at Lynn thoughtfully. After pondering for a little while, she quickly figured it out.
Was this exclusively for Adam Jones, that peacock?
But how did she know that Adam would come?
It seemed that the two of them must have met before she returned.
Elly chuckled to herself, but her face showed nothing of the sort. She walked into the house with William, but as someone stepped to come in, she extended her hand to block the entrance.
"Now that we’re officially divorced, can you change that disgusting habit of always showing up at your ex-wife’s home?"
Adam Jones stood at the door, his expression a mix of smirking and not smirking as he looked at her, and then he said, "I’m not here to see you, am I?"
His words caught Elly off guard. Adam approached her and took the hand she had placed on the doorframe, lifting it, but not letting go. Instead, he leaned in close to her ear and chuckled wickedly, "And to do some things a former husband should do."
At his words, Elly instantly thought of his definition of a "former husband" that he mentioned on the plane and her face darkened.
Unable to free her hand from his grasp, she found herself forcefully pulled into the living room.
When Lynn Clark saw Adam Jones, her eyes lit up. She raised her hand to tuck the stray strands of hair behind her ear and called out softly, "Mr. Jones."
She had dressed up specially, anticipating that Adam would come over today after William got home, and she was not disappointed.
However, considering his warning to her earlier that day, she dared not act too eagerly, especially in front of Elly.
Adam, however, did not so much as glance at her. Instead, he looked tenderly at Elly’s angry face, cupping it with his hand and deliberately rubbing it. "Don’t be angry. I didn’t force you to do anything," he coaxed.
Elly, infuriated by his action, wanted to curse. She swatted his hand from her face, feeling miserable and choked up at the thought of him coming to take their son. She wanted to tell him to leave, but feared he’d take William with him. Although she knew that inevitably William would be taken away, she had no intention of letting Adam take him willingly. She would cherish every moment with her son.
Suddenly, she felt a tug on her clothes. Looking down, she saw little William’s eyes, bright and shiny, looking at her. "Mommy, don’t be mad. I know you don’t like Daddy, and I’ve been scouting for some suitable candidates for you recently. Once you like someone, you can dump Daddy."
Watching his son’s earnest demeanor, Elly couldn’t help but twitch the corners of her mouth and graciously responded, "Okay."
Someone’s face turned even darker.
This brat, his thigh not even as thick as his father’s arm, was daring to undermine his father’s position and dig at his corner already.