Looking at my watch, it was almost 10 p.m.
"Elly is waiting for me at home, I should go first."
Harry Hall looked at him with a mix of contempt, "Is that the way you are? Sitting for just a few minutes and then leaving, you might as well not have come at all."
"I promised Elly that between you and her, I would only choose her."
"Just get lost, I don’t need you here."
With a cold face, Harry waved him off and sat down to drink sullenly by himself.
Adam Jones grabbed his coat and left the room. As he reached the door, he looked back at Harry Hall and couldn’t resist making a comment,
"If you really can’t get over Helen Melendy, you should get your mom to tone it down."
After he had spoken, he opened the door and left, only to bump into a woman hurrying down the hallway, a look of urgency on her face.
The woman quickly apologized and was about to hurry off when she looked up and saw Adam Jones, pausing briefly, "President Jones."
Adam Jones nodded, "Miss Sharp."
The woman nodded once and then hurried to leave, but accidentally stepped into a puddle of water, causing her to stumble and fall to the side.
Instinctively, Adam Jones reached out to steady her, and seeing her wince in pain, he kindly asked, "Are you alright, Miss Sharp?"
"I’m fine, thank you, President Jones."
"Are you here to see Edward?"
Upon hearing Adam Jones ask this, the woman’s complexion slightly changed, and she nodded, "Yes."
"Have a seat and rest for a while, I’ll have someone find him for you."
"Thank you, President Jones."
Adam Jones gave a faint nod, instructed the club’s manager, and then left.
Due to discomfort in her stomach, Elly Campbell had taken medicine and lain down early.
When Adam Jones returned to the room, she was already asleep.
Not wanting to wake her, he instinctively lightened his footsteps, washed up in the bathroom, and then taking his phone to charge it. When he turned it on, there immediately popped up notifications for two missed calls.
They were from Elly Campbell.
Adam Jones’s grip on the phone tightened instinctively as his gaze fell upon the woman lying asleep on the bed, his mood complicated.
Setting down the phone, he walked over to the bed and carefully climbed in under the covers.
Gently, he pulled Elly Campbell into his arms and whispered an apology in her ear, "I’m sorry."
Elly Campbell, not sleeping deeply due to her stomach discomfort, woke up with his movement.
These past days, she had grown accustomed to Adam Jones’s embrace, so she didn’t struggle when he held her. Instead, she sleepily opened her eyes and asked, "Are you done with work?"
Adam Jones pulled her closer into his embrace, "Did you call me? My phone was out of battery, sorry."
"It’s okay, I was just a bit worried when you didn’t return."
Elly Campbell closed her eyes, mumbling sleepily in response. From the tip of her nose, she could smell a faint hint of alcohol. Although Adam Jones had freshened up, the scent was still quite strong.
Elly frowned slightly, her eyes opening a bit more, "Have you been drinking?"
"Harry was in a bad mood, so I had a drink with him,"
Eager to keep his better half happy, Adam Jones quickly explained.
Elly wasn’t upset about him drinking, but remembering he had chronic gastritis, she reminded him, "Don’t drink too much, your stomach is not good."
Hearing the concern in his wife’s voice, Adam Jones’s mood lifted considerably.