William Campbell’s room was directly opposite the master bedroom.
As soon as she entered the room, "Elly Campbell" was about to probe Adam Jones’s mood, "Adam, we..."
Before she could finish, Adam Jones smacked her to the ground with a slap.
She looked at Adam Jones in disbelief, unable to imagine that such a refined and lofty man would strike a woman.
Holding her face, she saw coldness flash in his icy gaze. Whether it was sadness or fear, tears stread down her face.
"Adam..."
Seeing how Adam Jones lood over her with a devilish grin on his lips—
"William is still a child. Even if you lost your mories, you shouldn’t have laid a hand on him. What were you thinking?"
"I... I didn’t, it was William who accidentally—Mmph—"
Before she could finish, Adam Jones had covered her mouth and nose.
Her eyes widened with disbelief as she struggled against Adam Jones’s grip, "Mmm... Mmm..."
Adam Jones seed to have no intention of letting go, his ferocity as if he truly wanted to take her life at that mont.
Fear began to rise more intensely, and she fought with all her might beneath Adam Jones’s hand, her terrified eyes filled with pleading.
Her brain was slowly running out of oxygen, and her strength to struggle was waning.
Just when she thought she was surely going to die this ti, Adam Jones let go of her.
"Cough cough... cough cough cough..."
The rush of air forced into her lungs made her cough violently, tears and snot pouring out.
The endless fear she once had in front of Adam Jones was flooding back into her heart like a wild river.
She was both in love and frightened of this man, an emotion that had always been a contradiction.
Knowing full well he was a dangerous man, yet she still moth-to-fla, drew close to him.
And he, still that terrible and heartless man she rembered.
She thought that with Elly Campbell’s face, she would be able to soften his heart. Unexpectedly, his hands upon her were as decisive and unhesitant as ever.
In that mont, she truly felt that he was going to kill her.
Adam Jones truly felt the desire to kill her in that mont, but he refrained, considering that there was still no news about Elly, and hoping to find so clue from this woman.
"Do you know fear now?"
His eyes coldly gazed at "Elly Campbell," didn’t expose her, but simply said:
"I understand that you’ve lost your mories and feel no affection for your son, but how could you almost smother him to death? What did he do to make you so angry?"
"Elly Campbell" had now recovered a bit, originally worried that Adam Jones suspected she was an imposter because of his harsh treatnt. But now, she probably understood why.
Was he angry that she almost smothered his son?
Indeed, he had noticed the bruises on that bastard’s face.
"Elly Campbell" shuddered violently, but compared to his awareness of her being a fake, she was less afraid of this rage of his.
That bastard was the legitimate grandson and eldest son of the Jones Family. Even if Elly Campbell was Adam Jones’s wife, if she hard the grandson and son of the Jones Family, he wouldn’t care about anything else.
She thought of her own family.
It was the sa with her brother. Not to ntion if her mother hit him, even if he just got a scrape or bump, her dad would hit her mom, thinking it was her fault for not taking good care of her brother.
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