She looked at Adam Jones, and ever since she knew he married Elly Campbell, she had never crossed that normal distance, which was the reason why Adam Jones treated her specially all these years.
Although this special treatnt had nothing to do with romantic feelings.
However, she was also unwilling to accept it; she was different from other won who were unaware of themselves, those who relied solely on beauty to be comparable to Elly Campbell. She could truly match Elly Campbell in strength.
So, why was it not her but Elly Campbell who married Adam Jones?
Sotis, thinking about it, she truly feels unwilling.
She smiled at Adam Jones, but her heart was a whirlpool of thoughts.
Adam Jones did not wish to speak in riddles with her, instead placing a docunt in front of Johnson Fefferman.
Looking at the file folder in front of her, the smile on Johnson Fefferman’s face slowly faded a bit.
Yet no trace of panic appeared; she calmly looked at Adam Jones, her gentle deanor reminiscent of the impression Elly Campbell had of her upon their first eting.
"The things inside, you don’t need to look at them; you should already know what they are, right?"
Johnson Fefferman smiled, didn’t speak, and slightly leaned back, not like her usual perfect self at any given ti.
Her lips curled with a faint smile, looking at Adam Jones, waiting for him to continue.
"Earlier, I discovered soone at Auston was targeting two enterprises under my wife’s na. I never suspected you, you are soone I admire, and my wife has always admired you too."
Upon hearing this, Johnson Fefferman suddenly laughed and looked at Adam Jones, saying: "Seriously, can’t complint without ntioning your wife."
This remark was unclear whether it was a joke or sarcasm, but Adam Jones wasn’t interested in clarifying, only continuing:
"Johnson Fefferman, what for?"
Adam Jones looked at Johnson Fefferman and asked calmly, with no trace of questioning.
Johnson Fefferman did not answer imdiately; instead, she took out a lady’s cigarette from her handbag and looked at Adam Jones, saying:
"May I smoke?"
Adam Jones nodded.
Johnson Fefferman lit the cigarette, took a puff, and gently blew a smoke ring, a motion very practiced.
Even though smoking didn’t quite fit her appearance and deanor, she managed to turn it into an elegant and alluring spectacle.
The white smoke blurred her gentle and elegant scholarly air and obscured all emotions in her eyes.
After a while, she flicked off the ash and slowly said:
"Adam, I like you."
She spoke frankly, turning this sudden confession into the tone of everyday conversation.
The tone was casual yet forceful, as if wrapping all that persistent affection within it.
The won who liked Adam Jones could circle the earth several tis, and aside from Elly Campbell, Johnson Fefferman was one of the very few who could admit it so frankly and unaffectedly.
In the past, those won who liked Adam Jones might have displayed that greedy, unshielded gaze but still put on a pretense of bashfulness and a stance of coyness and flirtation.
But although Johnson Fefferman’s frankness was not disagreeable, Adam Jones, being a married man and one whose heart belonged solely to his wife, frowned sowhat in resistance without offering any response.
Johnson Fefferman needed no response from him; perhaps she had long guessed that Adam Jones would not give any response.
Her feelings for him were long-lasting and steadfast, yet she never displayed this persistence too intensely.
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