Adam Jones buried his face in Elly Campbell’s hair, complaining in a muffled voice, "I just feel like you don’t care about me."
"Adam Jones, enough is enough!"
His muffled voice came from above her head, and Elly Campbell felt that Adam held her even tighter.
"Then tell me, do you care about me?"
He became relentless like a child, causing Elly Campbell to barely resist the urge to kick him.
His muffled voice, carried a stubborn assertiveness, as if he wouldn’t be satisfied until he got a precise answer from Elly Campbell’s mouth.
"I care, I care, okay? Now let go of me."
Elly Campbell wasn’t sure whether Adam Jones was satisfied with her response, but he truly released her.
"Where are you going?"
Elly Campbell instinctively blurted out the question.
"To San Francisco, the plane is waiting on the tarmac."
It struck Elly Campbell that Adam Jones had come all the way back just to help her with an issue, and a pile of tasks awaited him in the United States.
Considering he had flown back and forth for 26 hours and then helped her with so much without taking a rest afterward.
Now it was 12 noon, almost nine-thirty at night in San Francisco. By the time he landed in San Francisco, it would be past one in the afternoon local time, leaving him with no time before he needed to get to work.
Thinking about this, Elly Campbell’s heart began to ache slightly.
But she also knew that the situation in San Francisco was urgent, and she couldn’t let him delay any further, so she didn’t ask him to stay.
"Then get some more sleep on the plane."
It was then that she noticed his somewhat disheveled appearance, the light stubble around his chin and the red veins in his eyes, indicating that he hadn’t slept during the entire flight back from the United States.
Was it because he was worried about her?
Considering this possibility made Elly Campbell’s heart feel an unpleasant twinge.
Adam Jones detected the subtle concern overflowing from Elly Campbell’s simple instructions, and his previously heavy mood instantly brightened.
He raised his hand and vigorously tousled her hair, unable to resist giving her nose a gentle kiss, "Remember to eat and take good care of yourself while I’m gone."
"I know, it’s just a few days without you."
Elly Campbell put on an impatient face and removed his hand from her head.
Right at that moment, the doorbell rang again.
Elly Campbell took the opportunity to slip away and open the door, only to see Robert Green standing outside, "Ma’am, is the president in?"
Just as Elly Campbell was about to speak, Adam Jones had already walked up behind her.
"President, the plane is ready."
"President, I’ll go downstairs and wait for you."
Robert Green, seeing his own boss looking unable to part with his wife, very sensibly suggested going downstairs.
It made sense; after all the trouble of reconciling with his wife, it was just like a teenager in the throes of spring, longing for his beloved like never before.
It had to be a reluctant farewell, looking back three steps in one before an eighteen-mile long accompanying walk.
As a competent assistant, Mrs. Baker’s son wouldn’t possibly make a mistake about this sort of common sense, so without waiting for his boss to say anything, he left as quickly as if he were a wild horse that had escaped its enclosure.
The San Francisco project had already been delayed for some time and required Adam Jones’ personal attention. With the additional time spent on this trip, Adam Jones, even though he wished he could take his wife’s waistband with him to the United States, couldn’t afford to delay any longer.