Adam Jones’s movements halted for a moment, and the next second he understood what she wanted to say. His gaze lowered to look at Elly Campbell, and the corners of his lips curved slightly.
"Do you really want William to stay by my side a little longer?"
She looked up at him, her eyes clear, the black and white distinct and at the bottom of her eyes, there was an earnestly suppressed expectation.
It was in the way she looked at him, as if these clear eyes, so pure that not a speck of dust could mar them, seemed to reveal any thought that could escape from them.
Yet when Adam Jones looked into these eyes, he felt them burning fiercely, unintentionally stirring up that usually calm place in the depths of his heart.
"That depends on how you treat me," he said.
Seeing that the water in her hair had almost dried, Adam stopped what he was doing, bent slightly, and his nose was a few inches closer to Elly’s face.
The warm breath he exhaled went straight to Elly’s nose, causing her heart to instinctively skip several beats.
She turned her eyes away, and began speaking in an awkward tone, "I didn’t kick you out of the room, isn’t that attitude good enough?"
Although her tone was still harsh, compared to her previous rejection and estrangement, Adam Jones found that the woman’s attitude had softened a lot and was no longer as forceful.
He sighed inwardly, indeed... his son was the ace in his hand.
He quietly watched Elly Campbell, suddenly feeling a wave of emotion, and couldn’t help but pull Elly into his arms, whispering in a low voice, "What should I do with you?"
He remembered clearly why he had divorced, yet he couldn’t understand why, if he couldn’t bear being treated that way by her, why did all his principles get thrown away every time he saw her, revolving around her alone?
Elly, encircled in his arms, was momentarily stunned by his words, which sounded like a sigh to himself, or perhaps meant for her, making Elly frown in a bit of confusion.
When Adam Jones checked the time, he said, "Perfect timing, I’m hungry. Now’s your chance to show some sincerity."
Thinking of how Adam Jones would let William stay with her a bit longer, all of Elly’s resistance was instantly replaced by joy.
She looked at Adam Jones and after a moment of reflection, she said, "Then I’ll invite President Jones to dinner."
The corners of Adam Jones’s lips couldn’t help but curl up into a smile.
This woman certainly didn’t beat around the bush when it was time to show vulnerability.
"Alright," he chuckled in response, his gaze casually sweeping over the slightly opened neckline of her robe. With just one look, his throat began to tighten uncontrollably.
The opening of the bathrobe was gaping a bit too much, and it emitted a faint scent of shower gel. As Adam Jones looked on, he found it hard to turn away, feeling a faint bulge starting to emerge.
Elly, noticing Adam Jones’s sudden stillness, turned to look at him. Seeing his gaze intensifying on a particular spot, Elly followed his eyes down to her own gaping bathrobe neckline and her face instantly darkened.
She shot Adam Jones a fierce glance, quickly pulled her collar tight, turned, and took clothes from her suitcase to the changing room.
As she was shedding her bathrobe and ready to put on clothes, the door to the changing room was suddenly pushed open. Instinctively, Elly grabbed the clothes to cover her front, then turned to look at the entrance.
Adam Jones leaned casually against the door frame, looking at her with a smirk that was neither here nor there.
Although the sensitive parts of her body were covered, it was this sort of semi-concealed state that seemed even more provocative.