Wife got angry, the consequences were very serious.
He quickly sent a message back—
[I got it, wife, I’ll behave.]
After replying, Adam Jones locked his phone and didn’t let Harry Hall touch it again.
Seeing Adam’s lack of action, Harry urged anxiously, "Ask Elly Campbell for me again!"
Adam glanced at him lazily, betraying him with great peace of mind,
"My wife told me not to meddle in others’ affairs."
Harry was choked with anger, held back, but couldn’t resist asking Adam, who spoke without any psychological pressure,
"How can you be so full of superiority without any family status?"
Adam hummed indifferently, "In our house, we never talk about family status."
"That’s because there’s nothing to talk about."
Harry retorted sarcastically.
Harry’s mind was at that moment entirely on why Helen Melendy was hospitalized, and he had no spare energy to discuss Adam’s family status. He insisted again,
"Give me Elly Campbell’s mobile number."
Adam gave him a cold glance, "No!"
For the first time, Harry had the desire to beat up this henpecked husband. He restrained himself and withdrew his fist, then turned and walked out of Adam’s office.
Just as he opened the door, he heard Adam say, "If you’re genuinely concerned about Helen Melendy, you should check on her yourself. You used to say I cared too much about face, but look where that’s gotten you."
Harry’s grip on the doorknob tightened, and he left without a word.
Watching Harry’s retreating back, Adam huffed lightly.
Since he successfully wooed back his wife, he had learned a vital lesson in life.
There are only two ways to woo your wife—
Shamelessness and persistent shamelessness.
Conveniently, since his face took a hike, he had never intended to retrieve it.
His wife returned, so if his face was gone, let it be.
About this, Adam, the domineering CEO, felt his enlightenment was much higher than Harry’s.
After returning to his office, Harry still couldn’t resist and called Helen Melendy’s cell phone.
But after several attempts, it was always turned off.
Harry frowned, and after thinking for a moment, dialed using the office landline. Although no one answered, the call connected.
Great, she had indeed blacklisted him. Helen Melendy, you’re something else.
After several rings and no answer, a reluctant Harry hung up the phone.
About an hour later, his office phone rang.
The caller ID displayed a series of numbers etched in his brain.
Almost entirely on instinct, he picked up the call after just one ring.
Before he could speak, a voice, tinged with weakness, came from the other end, "Hello, may I ask who’s calling?"
The courteous yet distant tone made Harry’s heart sink heavily, and he remained silent.
Helen Melendy, holding the phone, heard no response and called out again, "Hello, may I ask who’s calling?"
Just waking up, she saw several missed calls on her phone and thought a client had an emergency, so she hurriedly returned the calls.
From the other end of the phone, the familiar voice, a bit deep, made Helen’s hand holding the phone tremble harshly.