Elly Campbell hurriedly got up from the sofa and went to open the door, where she found Adam Jones standing at the entrance, looking at her with an unfathomable expression.
Elly asked, then stepped aside to make way for him and fetched a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet and placed them in front of him.
Adam’s gaze quietly rested on her face, trying to discern something from the depths of her eyes, but after a long while, he saw nothing he hoped to see, feeling somewhat disappointed.
After slipping on the slippers and stepping inside, he continued to stare at Elly, making her, who initially wanted to ignore his gaze, start feeling uncomfortable.
"Why are you staring at me like that?"
Adam took two steps forward, standing in front of her, looking down at her from his height, his dark pupils swirling with various indistinct hues, puzzling Elly.
"Aren’t you jealous?"
Adam asked in a deep voice.
Elly was taken aback, her expression even more perplexed, "Jealous of what?"
"I drove Lynn Clark home, aren’t you jealous?"
He pursed his thin lips, stern-faced, and repeated the question.
Elly, completely clueless about what was bothering him, responded directly, "Why would I be jealous?"
Adam felt his heart sink a little more.
Earlier, when he had offered to drive Lynn Clark home, from the moment he left the hospital to the time he left Lynn’s place to come back, he was pondering all the way—if his wife was jealous, how he would appease her.
He was worried whether she would be jealous or not.
Not being jealous meant what? It meant she simply didn’t care whether he had any relationship with another woman.
It was just like the conditions she had set when she proposed they remarry—she wouldn’t mind if one day he took an interest in another woman.
And now, seeing her act as if nothing had happened, Adam’s hopeful heart decisively sank further, "It’s nothing."
He sullenly withdrew his gaze and walked toward the living room, his silhouette carrying a hint of desolation, further confusing Elly.
So...what exactly was he upset about?
Seeing Adam approach the wine cabinet and pour himself a glass of red wine, he stood for a while, then turned back around.
Seeing Elly watching him, he paused, then walked over to her and stood in front of her, yet hesitated several times before speaking.
What’s wrong with this man? Has Lynn Clark upset him by being so listless right after coming back?
Just as Elly was about to speak, Adam also spoke up.
Adam brought the glass to his lips and took a big gulp, then looked at her to ask:
"You can solve this issue on your own, right?"
Elly paused, not understanding why he was suddenly asking this, but truthfully nodded, "Yeah, I’ve thought about how to solve it."
Adam gave a faint smile, unsurprised by her response.
"Have you ever felt that there are many things that I promised not to interfere with, but ended up interfering anyway?"
A flash of surprise crossed Elly’s eyes, not expecting Adam to ask this—so...was this what was bothering him?
Elly found it somewhat amusing in her heart; this man had been rather melancholic lately.
Seeing her silent gaze, Adam felt his heart grow colder by the moment.
He also knew he shouldn’t meddle, having come all this way to interfere in matters she could easily resolve herself—in her eyes, he must seem nosy.
With a wry smile inside, just as he was about to speak, he heard Elly’s cheerful voice, "Not at all."