Relentless Pursuit After Divorce by The nightingale lives

Chapter 336: 336. I’d rather suffocate myself_1

Adam Jones slumped back into his seat, yanking at his shirt collar, leaning against the couch as he downed his drink, gulp by gulp.

He chugged the 90-proof Grenada Rum like it was water, as if he had a death wish.

Harry Hall couldn’t stand watching any longer and reached out to snatch the bottle from Adam’s hands, "Your stomach is weak, stop drinking."

Adam’s eyes, bloodshot from the alcohol, coldly glanced at Harry and, without a word or fight, reached for another bottle on the table, only to have it taken and smashed to the ground by Harry.

"Enough! Is it just a divorce? Do you have to drink yourself to death over it? If you can’t let go, then go find her, chase her again, and if it’s your pride that you can’t swallow, then you deserve this."

Adam’s eyes, blurred with alcohol, looked at Harry and he suddenly laughed out loud.

He leaned back against the couch, staring at the ceiling, breathing slowly, yet so still it was as if he had fallen asleep.

It was a long while before Harry heard Adam start to speak, "Elly Campbell... she divorced me."

and it was unclear whether it was because of the alcohol or because he was too

looked up at him to see that his face, though smiling, was

really

suddenly hung his head, his expression one of dejection, murmuring the sentence as if he was

darkened as he watched Adam’s demeanor, unsure whether to say he

year, and only now he

reality of Elly leaving him truly sink in; otherwise, why would he

initially demanded the divorce,

told me to be magnanimous, to let go, but why should

doesn’t know how many years I loved her,

want to let go? I forced myself to

talking, not caring whether Harry was listening or not, or maybe he was simply too drunk to

Adam Jones would never have said these things; such a proud man would rather choke on his feelings

wanted to feel sympathy for him, but he also felt Adam had