Elly Campbell, enduring patiently, clung to the doorframe, preventing Adam Jones from pushing his way in, but she also lacked the strength to close the door.
The two stood, one inside and one outside, neither willing to give in.
The voice of Adam Jones was somewhat hoarse, mixed with some unclear emotions.
"If you have something to say, say it here."
Her heart cold, she spoke, deliberately ignoring the darkening bloodstain on the bandage wrapped around his forehead.
The voice of Adam Jones grew colder, and in the hoarse depths of his eyes, there was a hint of impatience and irritability.
Only then did Elly Campbell notice the faint smell of alcohol on Adam Jones, not obvious, but detectable upon closer inspection.
"Have you been drinking?"
She frowned, tried to resist, but ultimately couldn’t help herself and blurted out the question.
It was only because she noticed the blood on his forehead seemed to have darkened further.
Adam Jones paused, gave a faint nod, and after a moment added, "Just a little bit."
As if fearing Elly Campbell’s anger, he looked somewhat bewildered when he said this.
Seeing that Elly Campbell was only looking at him coldly without speaking, Adam’s already anxious heart sank even further.
"Let me in, let’s talk."
His voice was hoarse as he spoke, and his handsome face took on a trace of dominance and imperiousness.
Elly Campbell opened her mouth to refuse, but seeing his increasingly pale complexion, the words of refusal reached her lips but were forcefully swallowed down.
Her hand on the door eased, "Come in then."
After speaking, she turned and walked towards the sofa, not looking back at Adam Jones, annoyed at herself for still being so easily swayed by him.
Seeing her consent, a look of relief passed over Adam’s face, and the pain from the wound on his forehead seemed to lessen.
"What do you want to talk to me about?"
Seeing him close the door and come in, Elly Campbell sat on the sofa and looked at him as she asked.
Before he could speak, she added, "If you’re here to talk about remarriage, there’s no need to discuss it. It’s impossible for us to remarry."
The words Adam Jones had been about to say were choked back by her firm gaze and tone, making him feel an unprecedented sense of powerlessness.
He looked at Elly Campbell in silence for a long time, pressed his aching chest, and sat down weakly in front of her.
"Are you still bothered by Sophie Baker?"
He pinched his brow, the pain from the reopened wound on his forehead came in waves, making his mood even more irritable.
Hearing Adam Jones mention Sophie Baker’s name once again, Elly Campbell actually felt much calmer, her gaze cold as she told him, "It’s not about that. I know you don’t like Sophie Baker and it has nothing to do with her. You’ve said it many times."
Her tone was extremely calm, not allowing Adam Jones to see any emotional disturbance, those clear eyes were like a limpid spring where one glance could see to the bottom.
There was no pretense in her, no insincerity, she truly did not concern herself with Sophie Baker’s presence.
In the depths of Adam Jones’s heart, panic rose again, and the deep-seated pain overshadowed even the searing agony of the wound on his forehead.
If she had cared about Sophie Baker as she once did, perhaps he could delude himself into believing that she still kept a place for him in her heart, but now she seemed not to care about anything at all.