Chapter 1001: 1001. Just let you, a pretty boy, live off won. Chapter 1001: 1001. Just let you, a pretty boy, live off won. If the investigator is clean, or if Lily Bankston is clean, there’s no way he’d go tell her about his investigation into Elly.
Obviously, Lily Bankston had her sights set on him… or on Elly.
Adam Jones’s face was not looking good.
Before this, he had faintly hoped it wasn’t related to Lily Bankston, that maybe they were overthinking it.
After all, before his amnesia, that woman was soone he genuinely cared about.
Now, even though his feelings are not as strong as before the amnesia, there’s still so regret in his heart, and also a bit of anger from feeling betrayed.
Seeing that Adam’s expression was off, Elly Campbell walked over to his side and comforted him:
“Don’t be upset; it’s better to discover it early. If we spent our whole lives without noticing her true colors, and she managed to fool us completely, that would’ve been truly frightening.”
She voluntarily wrapped her arms around Adam Jones’s waist and leaned into his embrace, saying:
“She’s too cautious. If she hadn’t intentionally left you with Sophie’s and her mories, we wouldn’t have been able to suspect her so confidently.”
“Our priority now is to find clues from Sophie’s side, only if Sophie truly believes that you are sincerely close to her will she bring the person behind the scenes to you.”
Having been comforted by his wife in such an affectionate manner, the grim expression on Adam Jones’s face had clearly softened a bit.
But when he heard he would have to sacrifice his dignity again to get close to that woman, he couldn’t help but frown.
Just seeing that woman filled him with disgust, how could he pretend to be genuinely close to her.
He frowned, his handso face clearly reluctant.
Elly, seeing he wasn’t speaking, knew that he was reluctant and coaxed him with a smile:
“Sophie is stupid and easy to coax. Just give it another try, it’s not like I’m asking you to sleep with her.”
Ha! Easy for you to say!
Adam Jones snorted coldly in his heart and said, not in the best mood:
“What if I did sleep with her, huh?”
“Then I’d leave you penniless!”
Elly replied without hesitation.
Adam Jones’s eyelid twitched fiercely as he suddenly rembered what Elly had previously ant by “leaving penniless.”
Feeling wronged like a 5-pound skinny guy, he knew it was no use to oppose her, so he started to seek sympathy again:
“People online are calling a scumbag.”
“They’re also telling you to remarry.”
“Begging to support you one after another.”
“I’m already living off you; what makes them think they have the ability to support you, too presumptuous.”
“…”
Listening to her own beloved island master complain and grumble about his predicant, while still so comfortably settled on living off her, the amusent in Elly’s eyes deepened even further.
Her island master was really getting cuter, more and more irresistible.
“Okay, okay, I know you feel wronged.”
Elly embraced his waist tightly, soothing him:
“I know you’re not a scumbag; that’s all that matters to . I only want you, and I’m fine with just one pretty boy living off . I don’t want any others.”
These words successfully pleased Adam Jones, and the sulking, wronged look in his eyes relaxed a little.
“Really?”
His attractive lips curved up into a small arc of happiness.
“Of course it’s true. I have high standards for keeping a pretty boy, okay?”
She reached out and pinched both of Adam Jones’s cheeks, saying:
“If it weren’t for such a stunningly handso face, they’d be dreaming to think they could live off so easily.”
Adam Jones was amused by her proud deanor.
He took her hands in his own, gazing down at her with a smile, and asked:
“What if there was a pretty boy even better-looking than ?”
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