But she still underestimated how shameless someone could be, when she leaned in, he turned his face to the side, and Elly Campbell’s lips landed right on his.
Seeing the triumphant and cunning smile spilling from his eyes, her face instantly darkened.
She tried to move her lips away from Adam Jones’s, but he was quicker, gripping the back of her head and deepening the kiss.
After an adequately long kiss, he reluctantly let her go.
"Wife, come to the company with me,"
he said while tying his tie, looking expectantly at Elly Campbell.
"No, I have a lot to do."
Elly Campbell’s gaze remained on the computer screen, still annoyed with him.
"You can be busy in my office just the same."
He settled next to Elly Campbell, perching on the armrest of the office chair. His long arm draped over her, seemingly enveloping her entirely.
"Come on, the company is yours, you can’t let me handle everything alone."
Adam Jones bent down, once more assuming a pitiful look.
Elly Campbell didn’t take his "the company is yours" seriously at all.
Let alone the fact that they hadn’t even completed the remarriage procedures, even if they had, at most it would only be shared marital property. What did he mean by it’s hers?
Besides, she had never thought of wanting anything from Adam Jones.
Nonetheless, in the end, Adam Jones still managed to sweet-talk Elly Campbell into going to the company with his relentless charm.
"CEO, Madam, good morning."
"Good morning, CEO. Good morning, Madam."
Listening to the endless "Madam" as they reached the top floor CEO’s Office, since Elly Campbell had been seen at Jones before, and with their boss flaunting their affection online, the Jones employees knew that respecting the Madam was even more important than respecting the CEO.
"CEO, the meeting is about to start."
Adam Jones responded indifferently and, after the secretary left, he moved closer to Elly Campbell and said:
"Wife, come to the meeting with me."
Without a second thought, Elly Campbell refused, feeling uncomfortable being in the company for no apparent reason.
Even though, to outsiders, she now appeared to be legitimately linked to the company, she couldn’t shake off a feeling of awkwardness.
Moreover, she knew that today was Jones’ monthly shareholders’ meeting, and she wasn’t a shareholder herself. The very idea of appearing at the shareholders’ meeting seemed absurd.
This time, before Adam Jones could speak, she said, "I’ve got lots of things to do. If you keep bothering me, I’m going home."
That phrase proved effective; sure enough, upon hearing this, Adam Jones stopped insisting and reluctantly went to the meeting room.
Watching his tall figure walk out of the office unhurriedly, Elly Campbell couldn’t help but curve her lips.
He really was a clingy little imp.
After Adam Jones had left, she continued working on her tasks.
Just as she was writing something on a piece of paper with a pen in hand, the pen stopped working.
The desk in Adam Jones’s office was very large. Even taking up half of it, there was still plenty of space.
Noticing that her pen was out of ink, she got up and walked to Adam Jones’s side of the desk to look for a pen, and as she looked up, she caught sight of a photo frame obscured by a pile of thick files.
In the frame, there was a girl about 15 years old, dressed in a white shirt paired with jeans and canvas shoes, with a canvas bag slung over her shoulder.