Chapter 65: 065. I don’t care_1 Chapter 65: 065. I don’t care_1 It was precisely because of this that he, having been by her side for so many years, didn’t dare to easily take that step.
Perhaps this is what people mean when they say, the more you care, the more cowardly you become.
James Churchill gave a bitter smile in his heart, and just then, the traffic light turned green, and he restarted the car.
“But seriously, Elly, don’t you plan on marrying again after you divorce Adam Jones?”
James Churchill had returned to his usual self and casually asked.
Seeing Elly smile nonchalantly, her smile was too tranquil and carefree.
At just twenty-six, he saw a hint of vicissitude in such a smile.
What on earth had she gone through with Adam Jones to make a proud and bright girl like Elly show a trace of world-weariness in her eyes?
James Churchill was stunned for a moment, not expecting Elly to answer so decisively.
She looked ahead with a dark gaze, as if she was speaking to James Churchill, yet also as if she was talking to herself.
“All along, I thought… the relationship between me and Adam Jones should be additive. Even if the other person is zero, as long as I try harder, and even harder, this relationship would gradually increase. But now I understand, love is actually multiplicative, and if the other person is zero, no matter how hard I try, this relationship will always be zero.”
As she spoke, she suddenly gave a self-deprecating laugh, suppressing the sadness hidden in her eyes—
“In this marriage with Adam Jones, I exhausted all my strength and courage to love him, leaving no extra capacity to love someone else. Why drag someone else down? It wouldn’t be fair to them.”
James Churchill blurted out, but when he received Elly’s indifferent look, he sheepishly retracted his statement.
“I mean, from a man’s perspective, if I loved you, I certainly wouldn’t mind whether it’s fair or not. Why not give yourself a chance?”
James Churchill was frantic as if he wanted to kill someone, but he still patiently explained to Elly.
Elly remained indifferent, not taking James Churchill’s words to heart, only lightly replying, “No.”
She had imprisoned herself with her presumptuous affection, confining Adam Jones for three years. Now that she had finally escaped this cage, she had no spare energy to love another person.
She had once been trapped in her own cocoon, understanding the pain of feeling so suffocated she couldn’t breathe.
Her carefree demeanor only made James Churchill more frantic with agitation.
“Stop, I’m tired. Please take me home.”
James Churchill’s eyes reluctantly moved away from Elly’s face, and then he remembered that although he had known Elly for many years, he didn’t even know where she lived.
This thought made his mood sink further.
“Give me the address.”
Elly was about to speak when her phone suddenly rang abruptly, a call from the Jones family’s landline.
Adam was still at the dinner party, so a call from the Jones residence certainly wasn’t from him.
After some hesitation, Elly still answered the phone.
On the other side of the phone, there came a kind voice, tinged with a bit of age and hoarseness, but it could not hide the underlying happiness.