She could only stare at the two people before her with various ridiculous postures and ferocious expressions.
Adam Jones no longer paid attention to them, turned around, and protected Elly Campbell as they walked toward the elevator, "You weren’t scared, were you?"
Adam’s tender voice rose in Elly’s ear, as if carrying a trace of soothe, giving her heart a moment of tranquility.
She shook her head, although the scene just now was indeed a bit frightening, but she was after all not some timid woman to be terrified out of her wits.
Her gaze inadvertently swept behind her and saw someone with an iron rod rushing towards them.
Elly instinctively cried out in alarm. Adam quickly looked back, his eyes sweeping over Elly’s anxious face, and suddenly paused.
Elly watched in horror as the iron rod struck Adam’s forehead.
The sharp edge of the iron rod created a long gash on Adam’s forehead.
The next second, the assailant had been kicked away by Adam, at the same time, blood began flowing down Adam’s nose.
The attackers too were scared out of their wits by this scene, and after a moment’s pause, they thought of fleeing.
The security manager, having received the message, was charging towards the garage with several guards in tow.
Seeing the injured Adam Jones, the hotel’s security manager’s face instantly changed.
"Mr. Jones, my apologies, it was our fault here that you were injured. We will call the doctor right away."
Adam Jones kept a stern face, with an air pressure so low it was frightening, and his expression was very ugly. He took Elly Campbell by the hand and went straight into the guest elevator, pressing the floor on which Elly Campbell stayed.
"How do you feel? Adam, are you uncomfortable anywhere? We should ask the hotel to call a doctor to have a look at you."
Elly supported Adam, feeling his large frame leaning toward her, both deliberately and unintentionally, growing intensely worried, afraid that the blow from the rod had damaged his brain.
Hearing the greeting in his ear, not as cold and distant as usual, the sound of the familiar but memory-bound "Adam" made Adam feel like the blow he had just taken was worth it.
The elevator dinged open at the floor where Elly Campbell stayed. Elly helped Adam into the room.
"Sit down for a bit; I’ll have the hotel call a doctor."
As she said this, she walked towards the landline on the desk, ready to dial, but Adam pressed down on her hand.
"Why call a doctor? Isn’t my wife a doctor?"
Adam Jones smiled at Elly Campbell, and one must admit that good-looking people, no matter how messy they are, cannot conceal their attractive charm.
Even with a considerable amount of blood on his face, this didn’t make Adam Jones look disheveled, and there was even a sense of vigor and manliness after a battle bathed in blood.
When he smiled at her, Elly even had a moment of daze.
"It’s just a minor external injury; help me bandage it up."
Seeing the blood continuously seeping from his forehead, Elly also felt somewhat anxious, so she could only follow his direction and turned to take the medical kit from the cabinet.
Adam Jones covered his forehead with one hand and watched Elly Campbell busying herself with the medical kit, his lips slightly curling up into a small smile.
Then, thinking of those suspicious-looking thugs who appeared in the underground parking lot, the smile at the corners of his lips suddenly stiffened, and his face once again grew cold.