Chapter 23: 023. Unwilling to Let Go of , President Jones? Chapter 23: 023. Unwilling to Let Go of , President Jones? Editor: Henyee Translations Adam Jones’s deep chuckle resonated near Elly Campbell’s ear, making her roll her eyes in frustration.
“President Jones, when did you develop this narcissistic problem? You should head to our hospital and get it checked out. I’m pretty close with the head of the psychiatric departnt.I can get you a discount.”
Adam Jones didn’t seem bothered by the overt sarcasm in Elly Campbell’s words. Instead, the hand at her waist tightened deliberately.
“Co back ho with . I won’t hold these last four years against you.”
His deep voice lingered in her ear, but the words only left Elly Campbell more confused and sowhat amused.
Has he really lost his mind?
Four years ago, he was the one who had told her to leave the Jones Family, and now, at every turn, he kept asking her to co back.
Elly glanced up at Adam Jones’s profound black eyes, which betrayed no emotion, and a mocking smile curled on her lips.
“Don’t tell that after I left for four years, President Jones, you suddenly realized you can’t let go of .”
Her words were ant to provoke him into letting go, but instead of rebuking her, he stood there, staring at her in stunned silence, as though her statent had caught him off guard.
Seizing the mont, Elly Campbell raised her arm and sharply jabbed backward with her elbow. Caught off guard, Adam Jones reflexively released his grip around her waist.
In that instant, Elly quickly slipped out of his embrace, stepped into her car, and, without hesitation, slamd her foot on the gas, speeding away from Adam Jones’s sight.
Thankfully, the car’s tinted windows were dark enough that Adam likely hadn’t seen little William Campbell in the backseat.
Taking a deep breath, Elly Campbell steadied herself, gripping the steering wheel so tightly her hands tensed, though she didn’t even realize it.
Adam Jones, clutching his chest where Elly had struck him, watched the dust trail left by her departing car. After a long mont, a quiet chuckle escaped him.
The nearby chauffeur stood in stunned silence; he had expected the president to explode in anger, but instead… he laughed?
Could it be that Miss Campbell’s vexing ways had driven the president to the brink of madness?
“Give it to .”
The chauffeur stared in astonishnt at his boss’s rare, dazzling smile, only to watch it suddenly vanish as Adam Jones pulled a long face and extended his slender fingers toward him.
Confused, the chauffeur hesitated before carefully asking, “President… What do you want?”
Adam Jones’s impatience grew, his brow furrowing deeper as he spoke in a low, commanding voice, “Elly Campbell’s phone number!”
“Oh… yes, right away.”
Not daring to “hide anything,” the chauffeur quickly handed over the piece of paper Elly Campbell had given him.
Adam Jones stared at the string of numbers in his palm, along with the na “Elly Campbell” written in the sa handwriting as on the divorce agreent. His hand slowly closed around the paper, then tightened with force.
Adam Jones returned to First Hospital in the late afternoon, his handso features as striking as ever, his expression cold and distant, creating an aura of inaccessibility.
Especially when he pressed his thin lips together without speaking, he seed almost unreachable, as though an unyielding wall of ice had ford around him, keeping everyone at a distance.
As the elevator reached the floor where Lily Jones’s ward was located, Adam stepped out and, from a distance, spotted Elly Campbell in a white lab coat, leaning casually against the corridor wall.
A stethoscope hung around her neck, her shoulder-length hair neatly pinned into a simple bun, and her delicate face, free of makeup, exuded an air of efficiency.
Though she was a far cry from the woman he rembered, Adam couldn’t help but see traces of the woman from his past in the figure before him, as if the two were slowly rging in his mind.
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