Relentless Pursuit After Divorce by The nightingale lives

Chapter 30: 030. Meeting the Parents Chapter 30: 030. Meeting the Parents Editor: Henyee Translations But these past two days, though he hadn’t seen Elly Campbell, her image would unexpectedly surface in his mind, urging him to appear before her, right now.

He stared at the cellphone in his hand for a long time, but ultimately couldn’t resist the urge. With a resigned breath, he dialed Elly Campbell’s number.

As the phone rang, Elly Campbell watched the screen, her gaze fixed on the numbers she hadn’t been able to forget even after four years. Her expression softened as the weight of memories settled in.

In the past, Adam Jones never initiated calls to her. Yet, these last two days, it seemed as though he’d lost his composure, dialing her number over and over despite being hung up on time and time again.

The number of calls he’d made in just these two days surpassed those of the entire three years they were married. The tables had turned—once, he had been the one to hang up on her, and now it was her turn to do the same.

“Why are you staring at the phone for so long and not answering it?”

The sudden intrusion of a gentle, yet slightly roguish voice startled Elly Campbell, snapping her out of her thoughts. Instinctively, she shoved the phone beneath the case files, forgetting to hang up as she lifted her eyes to the man with the handsome face before her.

The call connected, and Adam Jones let out an inexplicable sigh of relief. As he gathered his thoughts, preparing to speak, a casual voice from Elly’s end interrupted—

“It’s nothing, just a sales call, what are you doing here?”

A sales call?

was saying he

and intimidating

“Elly Campbell!”

line seemed to

for the meeting with my parents

worry, I won’t

Meeting the parents?

his cellphone tightly, visibly struggling to contain his rage

Elly Campbell’s confident voice only intensified his frustration, especially since it was clear she had long been prepared

Elly

moment, Adam Jones could no longer tell if it was rage or pain he was feeling. All that consumed him was the image of Elly Campbell meeting the parents, and

phone across the room, his eyes now burning with crimson

I, Adam Jones, am not