But she quickly reined in her emotions, looking down and saying casually:
"So what? It’s just a title."
Elly Campbell felt a twinge of guilt in her eyes, always focusing on Adam Jones’s wound, deliberately avoiding his intense and probing gaze.
Adam Jones let out a low chuckle and lightly brushed away the hair covering Elly’s forehead, his calloused fingertips grazing her delicate skin, leaving a faint tingling sensation.
Elly’s body involuntarily shuddered, and she turned her face aside, dodging Adam’s touch.
"Then I’ll just call you ’wife’ from now on, you won’t mind, right? After all, it’s just a title."
Elly’s face flushed red with the words from Adam, but she couldn’t muster a strong enough rebuttal.
She furrowed her brows and moved her lips, holding back several times from saying something, and continued to sew his stitches while pretending to be calm.
Adam watched the woman intently focused before him, his dark eyes becoming even deeper, "Elly, they say that when people are the most nervous, when they lack the ability to think, that’s when they reveal their most genuine thoughts."
His gaze sharpened, "Elly, you still have feelings for me, I know it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Elly let out a scoff of disdain. Although her attention remained on Adam’s wound, she said:
"We’re already divorced, what’s the use of dwelling on these pointless things? You’re not seriously considering remarrying me, are you?"
Even though Elly faintly felt that the relationship between Adam and Sophie Baker might not be as she understood it, this could not deny that the three years they were married, her relationship with Adam was incredibly strained.
"I regretted it as soon as we divorced."
Adam didn’t deny it, nor did he hide his thoughts, and one could even say he regretted it the moment he signed the papers.
Or even earlier, the night he used Sophie as an excuse to kick her out of the Jones family home, he regretted it then.
He realized that if he couldn’t let go completely, then he just had to accept it.
If he could have let go, why would he stubbornly approach her every time he saw her, enduring her mockery and scorn without willing to leave?
Once he understood this, he regretted signing the divorce agreement even more.
Fortunately, they still had a son together, giving him another chance to connect with her.
Elly finally looked up at him, her dark pupils filled with confusion. "Is it because I wasted three years of your time, or because I was the one who proposed the divorce that you feel resentful?"
Every time Elly said this, Adam felt like punching someone.
Wasn’t she supposed to be perceptive and intelligent?
Why, when he made his feelings so obvious, did she still act so clueless?
At that moment, Adam really wanted to post a message online:
What to do with a wife who has a low EQ?
Taking a deep breath, Adam suppressed the urge to throttle Elly and said, "I still have feelings for you."
Elly had heard this answer from Adam before, but she had never taken it to heart— not back then, and not even now, when Adam was sincerely saying these words in front of her, she still didn’t believe it.
"Feelings? What feelings? President Jones, if you’re going to sweet-talk, at least say something realistic."