Chapter 23: 023. Unwilling to Let Go of Me, President Jones? Chapter 23: 023. Unwilling to Let Go of Me, 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 department.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.
“Come back home with me. 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 somewhat 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 come 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 me that after I left for four years, President Jones, you suddenly realized you can’t let go of me.”
Her words were meant to provoke him into letting go, but instead of rebuking her, he stood there, staring at her in stunned silence, as though her statement had caught him off guard.
Seizing the moment, 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, slammed 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 moment, 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?
The chauffeur stared in astonishment 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 name “Elly Campbell” written in the same handwriting as on the divorce agreement. His hand slowly closed around the paper, then tightened with force.
Adam Jones returned to First Hospital in the late afternoon, his handsome 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 seemed almost unreachable, as though an unyielding wall of ice had formed 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 remembered, Adam couldn’t help but see traces of the woman from his past in the figure before him, as if the two were slowly merging in his mind.