It was precisely because of this that his words completely shattered Melody Baker’s dignity.
Jenna Clark first paused, her eyes wide with surprise, and then smiled apologetically, "I’m sorry, it won’t happen again."
Having said that, she took him to another table. As for what expression or mood Melody Baker was in at the moment, Jenna had neither the interest nor the need to care.
Jenna’s tolerance for alcohol was actually quite good, but there were many people at this birthday banquet—just the friends from George Clark’s business circles were numerous.
In addition to the students of the elder Clarks and other relatives from near and far, there were well over a hundred tables of guests.
Even if it was just one toast per table, that would total a hundred drinks. During this time, Jamuna Ford helped her drink quite a bit. When she returned to her seat, it was obvious that she had gotten quite drunk.
But soon, a servant brought over a glass of honey water, "Mister Ford, here is the honey water you asked for."
Jamuna Ford took the honey water and handed it to Jenna, frowning slightly, "Senior sister, drink this."
At the next table, Elly Campbell held her cheeks in both hands, watching Professor Ford carefully looking after her mother. That aunt-like smile was starting to show again.
"Wife, even if you want Professor Ford to be our stepfather, could you please restrain your expression a bit right now?"
Adam Jones couldn’t help but lean in toward Elly, whispering.
Elly turned to look at him with a smile in her eyes. She seemed extremely happy, possibly because she felt her mother’s latter years would be settled and she wouldn’t have to suffer like she did with James Campbell.
As she looked at Adam, the light in her eyes grew even more intense.
"I never thought watching old people fall in love could be like seeing pink bubbles."
She couldn’t help but clasp Adam’s arm, the light in her eyes growing even brighter.
"I didn’t even think to have someone prepare honey water for mom, but Professor Ford did. Tell me, doesn’t that mean he cares about her more than I do?"
Adam, slightly vexed, reached out to pinch her nose, saying:
"I’m always so good to you, and yet I don’t see you this happy."
That unmistakable tang of jealousy was about to spill out of his mouth.
His wife still hadn’t remembered his birthday, how melancholy!
He had no desire to hear his wife praise another man in front of him, even if that man might very well become his future father-in-law.
Seeing Island Master Jones show a complaining expression once again, Elly, in a rare good mood, refrained from teasing him and instead cooed sweetly:
"All your kindness, I keep it in my heart, there’s no need to mention it all the time."
Of course, Adam wasn’t seriously expecting his wife to constantly remember how well he treated her, spoiled her, and loved her. It wasn’t like he did all that just to receive her praise, but because he genuinely wanted to treat her with all his heart.
But he couldn’t help feeling jealous when he noticed his wife’s eyes were full of Professor Ford, praising him constantly. Adam tasted the sourness of jealousy.
He didn’t say anything, just gave Elly a "heh" look, but still couldn’t help saying:
"Then how come I keep hearing you praising Professor Ford?"
This kind of unreasonable jealousy wasn’t good.
"Oh, so you’re saying I should keep all of Professor Ford’s good traits to myself?"
Something about that felt strangely off.
Adam Jones furrowed his brows, carefully pondering over her words.