At this moment, thinking back to her mother and James Campbell’s past, Elly Campbell felt some regret but also some relief that she hadn’t thrown herself headlong into trying to matchmake Professor Ford with her mother.
The buoyant mood she had originally felt now instantly deflated.
Resting her face against the front of Adam Jones’s body, she sighed deeply and said, "I was too anxious, whether the choice is right or wrong, it should be up to Mom to decide."
Adam Jones felt his wife’s spirits plummet in an instant, knowing she was associating it with some past events related to James Campbell; he naturally thought back to the first time he saw her as a child and couldn’t help feeling a twinge of heartache.
He reached out to hold her tightly in his arms and softly comforted her,
"Don’t worry too much, look, your mom is also having a fulfilling life by herself. If Professor Ford is truly her fate, they will eventually come together, but if not, we can’t force it, can we?"
Elly Campbell nodded quietly in his embrace.
She understood the logic, but logic is one thing and emotions are quite another.
Even though her mother was doing well on her own, wouldn’t it be better if there was someone else to cherish her, to dote on her like a daughter?
In her heart, Elly Campbell of course still hoped that Professor Ford would end up with her mother, but she wasn’t as impatient about it as before.
Still, she said, "It would be even better if Mom could get together with Professor Ford and give me a little brother or sister."
They were far from that point yet, but she was already thinking so far ahead.
However, since Adam Jones had just felt his wife’s spirits fall, he decisively chose not to throw cold water on her ideas and instead said,
"Then I’ll look forward to having a little niece or nephew in the future."
Elly Campbell was amused by his words, and her previously gloomy mood instantly improved significantly.
Adam Jones suddenly narrowed his eyes at her, a light beginning to shine in their depths.
"When it comes to my mother-in-law giving me a little niece or nephew, I’m not in a hurry, but as for us, we should work hard to give me a daughter soon."
Elly Campbell saw him suddenly lift his hand and forcefully pull down her neckline, which she quickly intercepted the next second.
"No way! You forgot what I told you about these few days being inconvenient."
He lay down beside her a bit despondently, his voice heavy with complaint,
"I need to calculate how many times you owe me for these days."
"If we count seven times a night, that’s 35 times in five days."
"In a couple of days, I want to make up for all of them."
It was frustrating enough that his wife had completely forgotten his birthday; now, with her right in front of him, he could only look but not touch, pushing Adam Jones’s frustration to the limit.
He glanced at the wall clock; in just over half an hour, the day would be over.
His wife still hadn’t remembered that today was his birthday.
The more Adam Jones thought about it, the more disheartened he felt, but not wanting to get angry with his wife, he could only hug Elly Campbell tightly and said,
"It’s late, let’s sleep."
Elly Campbell snuggled into his arms, murmured a soft agreement, closed her eyes, and prepared to sleep.
Adam Jones glanced down at her, leaned over to kiss her forehead, and turned off the bedside lamp.
Time ticked by second by second, and after a while, Adam Jones too gradually felt the pull of sleep.
His eyelids started to droop, and as he felt his wife suddenly take his hand in the dark, Elly Campbell’s low voice came through, "Adam?"