Relentless Pursuit After Divorce by The nightingale lives

Chapter 8: 008. He didn’t Sign? Chapter 8: 008. He didn’t Sign? Editor: Henyee Translations The unmistakable exhaustion on Elly Campbell’s face hit Adam Jones like a physical blow, and without thinking, his grip on the doorknob tightened.

When she felt no movement from the door, Elly Campbell lifted her head in confusion, only to find the face she least expected to see standing in front of her.

Though she had considered the possibility of encountering Adam Jones when she planned her return, she hadn’t anticipated it happening so soon, and certainly not in such an unprepared moment.

As Elly Campbell gazed at the familiar, handsome features etched in her memory, her hand clenched subtly under the table.

It took considerable effort to suppress the surge of panic rising within her, and she forced herself to meet his gaze with a detached expression.

It was only then that she reminded herself she had just provided emergency care for Lily Jones; as her brother, it was entirely natural for Adam Jones to be at the hospital.

“President Jones.”

The cold, distant way she addressed him immediately made Adam Jones frown.

Four years had passed since he last saw her, and she was no longer the Elly Campbell who had always tried to please him, considerate of his feelings, affectionately calling him “Adam.”

Four years…

realize that when this woman set her mind to something, she could be a hundred times more ruthless

Campbell met Adam Jones’s deep gaze. Time had passed, and his eyes now seemed even more inscrutable, impossible

stared at her like

she found

for now; if nothing unexpected happens, she could be discharged within

still didn’t speak, his familiar,

believe she had become a stranger to him.

with Adam Jones, Elly Campbell furrowed her brow and

as she walked past him, his hand shot out, catching her wrist. “After four years, you finally deign to

tracks, looking up at Adam Jones, unable to understand the

relieved once

want to come back, I

Jones’s gaze, a mocking eyebrow raised at the storm brewing in his deep eyes. Despite her words, a

not be mine, but you, Elly Campbell, damn well are still my wife, Adam Jones! What do you mean by

storm in his eyes finally erupted, and to