Heh, how could he possibly say to his boss, "If madam really cared, wouldn’t she at least send a message?" just to strike a blow?
Although Robert said that, it didn’t comfort Adam Jones at all.
Especially since Adam felt he had announced their relationship without his wife’s consent and didn’t know whether she would be angry about it.
Originally, he had planned to wait until he got back, ask for her opinion, and then announce it.
But seeing those sarcastic and abusive comments about her online, he was so heartbroken he couldn’t stand it.
Then, when that video was posted, he exploded with anger and without thinking, he retweeted it and made their relationship public.
Although he was relieved that mother and son would no longer be mistreated by online comments, would she really be happy about it?
The condition she had set for their remarriage was that he shouldn’t interfere with her personal feelings, but with his public announcement, who would dare to provoke her now?
In her eyes, did his actions amount to deliberately blocking her escape route?
After all, who would dare to mess with the wife of Adam Jones?
The more Adam thought about it, the more restless he became, afraid that Elly would blame him. This feeling of anxiety had not ceased since he began trying to win his wife back.
Robert watched as his boss stared at his phone, frowning and looking despondent, and he shook his head with a sigh.
Although he felt he shouldn’t be mocking his boss now that he seemed so pitiable, he couldn’t help but say to himself—
The thrill of pride feels good for a moment, but it’s miserable afterward.
A moment later, Adam threw his phone aside and picked up a document to read.
Robert felt like dying. It was so late; couldn’t he just let him go back to sleep?
Meanwhile, on Elly’s end.
After closing Twitter, she tried to get back to work, but just couldn’t concentrate.
Picking up her phone, she hesitated, then decided to open Instagram and sent Adam a message—
After sending the message, she put her phone aside and buried herself in work again.
She had no idea that her simple message had driven a certain man in San Francisco crazy.
Robert watched, helpless, as his boss scrambled to pick up the phone after receiving the message from madam, almost dropping it in his fluster. Couldn’t he keep his cool at all?
Now, Robert looked on, speechless, as his boss typed out a long message, deleted it, and then started over again. He had to resist the urge to snatch away the phone and simply reply with "Not busy."
Is a thirty-year-old man not ashamed of acting like a teenager with a crush? It’s embarrassing, you know?
Couldn’t he just play it cool and keep the aloof demeanor he used to have?
It’s just a text from the wife. Does it need to drive him to the brink of insanity?
These thoughts Robert dared only keep to himself; he wouldn’t dare utter them aloud.
Watching as his boss wrote and erased over and over, even the upright Mrs. Baker couldn’t take it and said,
"President, if you don’t reply soon, madam will think you don’t want to talk to her."
With that one sentence, she struck a nerve with Adam.
He deleted his long rant and sent back a reply—Yeah, still busy.
Robert, who was peeking from the side: "..."
President, you’re going to push your wife away , do you realize?