After hesitating for a while, she still said,
"Helen is ill, and the child... must be terminated."
Although the lady didn’t specify what illness Helen had contracted, the necessity to terminate the pregnancy suggested that Helen’s condition was no light matter.
Seeing that his wife had still told him the truth, Adam’s face brightened with joy. He leaned down toward her face and kissed her hard, "Thank you, wife."
Elly pushed him away with her hand, but he clung to her again, "I just like to annoy you."
Lately, this man had been like a child, always fond of frolicking around her. Elly had gotten used to it.
The next second, Adam took out a dress from the box — a gift from a designer that had arrived earlier.
He shook out the dress and held it in front of Elly, his eyes shining with a "praise me" gleam.
Elly looked at the simple yet elegant white ankle-length evening gown in front of her.
The halter neck design was perfect for revealing a proportional collarbone and smooth shoulders, the waist fitted tightly, with the hem trailing lightly on the ground.
Ordinary yet with personal touches, it seemed to be designed entirely around her figure, highlighting every advantage of her body just right.
Yet it didn’t come across as too sensual or revealing.
Elly really liked the style of the gown, so she took a few more glances at it and nodded, "I like it."
A delighted smile instantly blossomed in the depths of Adam’s eyes. He led her in front of a mirror and asked her to try on the dress, "Try it on first."
Elly obediently slipped into the evening gown, her slim and slender neck, accentuated by the dress, appeared even more snow-white and graceful.
The round and delicate shoulders were exposed just right, the skirt clung to her waistline, meandering down along her hip contours, perfectly displaying Elly’s exquisite figure.
But it was not overly showy, low-key yet exuding a subtle air of luxury.
Adam was momentarily stunned as he watched. The last time he saw her in a dress was at a business cocktail party, where his wife accompanied James Churchill to meet his parents.
His wife looked good in any outfit, but the thought that it was James who had chosen it made Adam invariably critique that dress as vulgar and tacky in his heart.
His dress, however, was much better.
Satisfaction appeared in Adam’s eyes. He gently gathered her hanging hair, making her face appear even more delicate and her neck elongated.
Suppressing the heat in his heart, he swallowed and said hoarsely, "Beautiful."
With that, he kissed Elly’s neck, the tickling sensation made her instinctively dodge to the side.
Her reaction was all too clear to him; he knew exactly what she was thinking. She hurriedly avoided him and then changed the subject.
"This dress doesn’t seem to be in Bruce Blue’s style."
Bruce Blue was the Italian designer employed by the Jones family.
"Of course it isn’t."
Adam laughed as he wrapped his arms around her waist, looking down at her with a smile in his eyes.
"We’ve changed the designer?"
"No, just yours has changed."
Just as Elly was about to ask why on earth they should change her designer, Adam pointed to himself somewhat coyly, saying,
"Your gown was personally designed by me."
Elly was taken aback, suddenly recalling how he had been secretly sketching something in the study days before. When she had walked in, he had even hidden it away. Could it be that he was designing an evening gown for her?