The Elly Campbell in his arms hummed indifferently, "That’s what they all say online."
At this moment, Adam Jones couldn’t help but post a cry for help in his mind—
My wife has been getting cheekier recently, where did her cold aloofness go? Anxious, tossing coins for advice.
However, on second thought, seeing his wife act more and more like a child in front of him, Adam Jones naturally felt happier than anyone else.
It meant that his wife was trusting him more, and becoming more relaxed and comfortable in his presence.
Elly Campbell suddenly remembered something, raised her head in his arms, and said, "Next Monday is Grandpa’s eightieth birthday, can you make time to go to Alaska?"
Adam Jones was taken aback for a moment, a complex expression flitting across his eyes.
Seeing his expression was a bit off, Elly promptly said, "What’s wrong? Can’t make it? It’s okay if you can’t, my grandfather won’t blame you."
Adam Jones shook his head, sighing inwardly.
It was just that... next Monday happened to be his birthday too, and he had planned long ago to leave William Campbell with his grandmother so he could have a world of his own with his wife and celebrate his birthday properly.
Who would have thought, to his dismay, that Master Clark’s big day also fell on next Monday. That was his mother-in-law’s beloved father, his wife’s grandfather—how could he not go?
And looking at the expression of his wife, she clearly didn’t remember that next Monday was his birthday too.
A wave of disappointment unavoidably rose in Adam Jones’s heart.
"Grandpa loves calligraphy and painting, let’s go to the antique store tomorrow to see if we can find any calligraphy works he likes from his favorite artists."
"Sure, thank you, honey."
Elly Campbell leaned in and gave him a kiss. Just as Adam was about to take it a step further, she quickly backed away, her eyes tinted with an unmistakable triumphant smile.
Adam Jones glared at her annoyed, huffing, "If it weren’t for your inconvenience, you’d see how I’d take care of you."
On the weekend, the streets were busier with more cars and people than usual.
Adam Jones, having finally taken a day to go shopping with his wife, had the driver drop them off at their destination before sending him away.
Adam Jones held Elly Campbell’s hand, frolicking and strolling like two lovers in the heat of romance.
Both of them had stunning looks, standing out in a crowd and easily attracting everyone’s attention.
In recent days, Elly had become a regular on Twitter’s Hot Search, and many recognized her; as for Adam Jones, who frequently graced the covers of finance magazines and wealth rankings, he certainly needed no introduction.
Seeing such an extraordinarily attractive couple holding hands, just their looks alone could incite envy in countless others.
Those online who called Adam Jones’s wife a ’plain Jane’, couldn’t help but cringe on their behalf.
With those looks, Sophia Green would be reduced to ashes in an instant, wouldn’t she?
They watched as the couple entered an antique shop by the roadside, luxurious and with an air of ancient charm.
This antique collection store was famous throughout the city and even nationwide, harboring rare books, calligraphic works, antiques, and ancient paintings from various famous people of the past. Any single piece taken out for sale would start at prices in the tens to hundreds of millions.
Those who could afford things here were either rich or noble. Ordinary people, wearing clothes worth tens or hundreds of dollars, didn’t even have the courage to set foot inside.