Because of the woman’s scream, there was a moment of silence in the usually lively private room.
Everyone turned to look at the woman whose finger had been broken, with feelings of fear, sympathy, and some gloating.
He really did understand their boss, didn’t he? Although he was an unreachable flower, he was also a cruel man-eating one. She dared to touch him, unafraid of death.
After such an interruption, who would dare to let loose and play? The once ebullient scene instantly cooled down, and everyone looked at Adam Jones with a touch of trepidation.
Harry Hall helplessly glanced at Adam Jones, put down his glass, and said to Robert Green, "Let them go out first."
Robert Green immediately stood up and ushered the others out, while Harry Hall sat down beside Adam Jones.
"Because of Elly Campbell?"
He sat next to him and took a sip of his drink, asking somewhat casually.
Adam Jones’s motion of drinking halted, "What?"
"It’s not because of her that you’re in this state?"
Harry Hall couldn’t help but snort and took a sip from his glass.
Adam’s expression darkened, and his sinister eyes filled with a hint of mockery, "What does she have to do with it! I just haven’t been out for fun in a long time. What is Elly Campbell that I’d get drunk over her?"
He hadn’t said he was getting drunk over her, could this guy be any more obvious?
Harry Hall looked at his eyes blurred by alcohol and shook his head.
"Elly Campbell isn’t even here, what does it matter if you admit it? Is saving face that important to you?"
Adam Jones frowned, feeling somewhat embarrassed to have his thoughts poked at.
"I told you before, you’d regret it if you got a divorce, but you wouldn’t believe me. If you care that much, just put your pride aside; nothing is more important than the person you hold dearest in your heart."
"I told you to shut up!"
The glass he held was slammed forcefully onto the table, and since he used too much strength, the glass shattered, and the blood-like red wine flowed down between his fingers.
Glass shards deeply embedded into the flesh of his fingers, and blood, mixed with the crimson liquid, dripped down drop by drop.
Harry Hall looked at his increasingly bloodshot eyes and knew he was not having an easy time.
He sighed, picked up a napkin from the table, and handed it to him, "Wipe off the blood."
Adam Jones ignored it, waved away Harry’s hand, grabbed another glass, poured himself a strong drink, and gulped it down, letting the glaring blood drip from his fingertips.
"Look at you, your head injury hasn’t even healed, and now your hand is injured too. You’ve tormented yourself for Elly Campbell; why are you still being so stubborn?"
"Did you finish talking? Can you shut up now!"
Adam Jones kicked the hefty coffee table to one side with his foot, blood dripping from his palm onto his snow-white shirt. The slightly open collar gave off a somewhat frightening appearance.
But Harry Hall remained unmoved, his brows didn’t even furrow in the face of Adam’s violent demeanor.
Some things needed to be said to prod at Adam’s very soul; otherwise, he wouldn’t even realize to what extent he truly cared about Elly Campbell.
The reason he reacted so fiercely to what Harry had said was simple: it hit precisely at the deepest parts of his heart.
He felt disheveled and didn’t know what to do, so he could only resort to such intense defiance to escape from it.
Harry Hall glanced over and chose to remain silent after all.