Elly Campbell suddenly laughed, seeing Adam Jones look at her with such a grievous expression for the first time. This was entirely different from the iron-fisted, ruthless, and reticent head of the Jones corporation she remembered.
"President Jones also said I have another man now, so naturally, I don’t want you anymore. I’m not as philanthropic as you, President Jones, liking to keep one foot on two boats."
After finishing, she wrested her hand from Adam Jones’s grasp. Just thinking that this hand had once held Sophie Baker, she couldn’t help but feel disgusted.
The driver, who had been waiting for the couple in the car, immediately got out upon seeing Elly Campbell emerge, nodded respectfully, and opened the back door of the car, only to see that Elly Campbell had no intention of getting in.
"I’m not your madam, and President Jones probably doesn’t like hearing you refer to his ex-wife that way."
Having said this, she walked toward the taxi stand. Adam Jones had followed her out, so naturally, he heard what she had said to the driver with such solemnity. A wave of anger surged within him.
He felt it was completely nonsensical; Adam Jones had no lack of women around him. Why should he let Elly Campbell trample on his dignity?
With a darkened face, he walked to the car. Seeing his displeased expression, the driver quickly opened the door for him to get in, then jumped into the car himself and buckled the seatbelt, before cautiously asking, "President, should we go straight home?"
He leaned back in his seat with a heavy response. He didn’t want to probe into this strange feeling of loss, but the thought of Elly Campbell’s cold, clear face made that peculiar feeling inside him deepen a bit more.
"President, shall we pick up Madam?"
The driver looked at Elly Campbell, who was waiting at the taxi stand, and hesitantly asked.
Adam Jones’s gaze shifted in Elly Campbell’s direction. She stood calmly by the roadside, not giving his side a single glance, let alone asking for his help.
He frowned and said, "No need!"
It seemed that President Jones was truly furious. Even an outsider like the driver felt that President Jones was wronged—having been cuckolded and still brazenly shown a cold shoulder. No man could bear it.
The car slowly drove past Elly Campbell, who stood by the road without looking sideways. She glanced at her watch; it was time for young William Campbell to get out of school. If she didn’t return soon, he would surely call to hurry her again.
At this time, during the rush hour, many people were flagging down taxis, and some didn’t even queue. As soon as a car appeared, they would rush up and grab it.
Elly Campbell disliked this scramble and hadn’t managed to catch a ride even after waiting for half an hour.
Suddenly, a drop of cold rain fell on her face. She raised her hand to touch her face, then looked up to the sky. The once clear sky was now covered by dark clouds.
Without giving her any time to react, the rain began to pour down.
Elly Campbell ducked under the shelter of the stand’s awning. As more people took cover from the rain, the competition for taxis grew fiercer, with the cold wind blowing the rain, soaking her completely.
"This damn Adam Jones—every encounter with him leads to trouble."
She cursed under her breath. Suddenly, an umbrella appeared above her head. She paused, then heard the familiar deep voice from behind her, "Are you cursing me behind my back?"
Surprised, she turned around to meet Adam Jones’s deep black pupils, and the displeasure emanating from them.