"I’m here waiting for my wife, and you’re waiting for your ex-girlfriend?"
Why did he feel beast was flaunting in front of him again? How blind had he been in his youth to befriend such a plastic brother.
"You’re overthinking it, I’m just here to enjoy the sea breeze."
Harry’s expression was indifferent as he denied it, yet his gaze kept drifting unintentionally towards the direction of the hospital.
Adam Jones gave him a look of disdain and then added after a moment:
"Here’s another chance to look, want to know why Helen Melendy had the child aborted?"
As soon as the child was mentioned, Harry’s jaw tensed up, and he really wanted to refuse with some dignity like the last time.
But at this moment, the words "don’t want to know" felt like they were weighed down by lead, stubbornly stuck in his throat, unable to be spat out.
Seeing his friend , Adam knew that though Harry said he wouldn’t cling anymore, in his heart, he had never really let go of Helen Melendy.
The old lady was right, these two were walking the same old path he and Elly had in the beginning. He was now grateful he turned back when it was still possible, so he could keep the woman he loved.
Because he could empathize, he couldn’t truly ignore the situation.
After much hesitation, he still told Harry the truth, "Helen Melendy is sick."
At those words, Harry’s entire body stiffened, his gaze suddenly shifted to Adam’s face, his eyes cold and sharp, as if trying to see some sign that he was joking.
But Adam didn’t, and when their eyes met, he added, "Cervical cell changes."
Harry’s complexion suddenly turned a shade paler, his eyes instantly filled with a mixture of complexity and shock, along with unrestrained heartache and regret.
It took him a long time before he could speak in a hoarse voice, and he was just about to ask when he heard Adam say:
"She’s back, you can ask her yourself."
With that, he disappeared at the entrance of the villa, and in a blink of an eye, he was walking over to his wife.
"Are you hungry? You only ate half of your meal before you left, shall I go and cook something else for you?"
As he was taking Elly’s hand to walk back, as far as Helen’s best friend, the wife with the fishbone stuck in her throat in the hospital, Adam did not bother to ask her even a single question, not even sparing her a glance.
Elly, remembering the encounter with Daisy Thompson just now, thought it over and decided she still had to tell Adam.
Just as she saw Harry coming out of the villa, his eyes practically glued to Helen, Elly could guess what was going on and didn’t say a word, just allowed her island owner to lead her away.
"What would you like to eat? I’ll cook for you," he offered.
Though she had left the table halfway through, Elly was actually full, and wanting to tell Adam about Daisy Thompson, she said:
"No need to eat now, let’s go back to our room first."
In the living room, the old lady was still sitting there, and Elly didn’t want to bring up Daisy Thompson, the shameless woman, in front of her, for fear of upsetting the old lady.
However, upon hearing his beloved wife’s words, Adam’s brain began to freely wander into imagination.
"Do you want to eat me?"
His deep voice, laced with pleased chuckling, came close to Elly’s ear, the warm breath circling her sensitive ears, making Elly, who had gradually built up a thicker skin in front of him, still involuntarily feel her ears heat up.
With the old lady still in the living room, this man always chooses the most inappropriate times to be flirtatious.