Relentless Pursuit After Divorce
Chapter 222. Missies doesn’t fancy second-hand goods_1

Chapter 222: 222. Missies doesn’t fancy second-hand goods_1

This statement made Adam Jones extremely uncomfortable. Her tone of concern for Doctor Matt made him sick with jealousy.

He had exhausted himself during the night shift, he had stayed up all night for her. Why didn’t she ask if he was worn out?

Adam Jones kept a cold face and stayed silent, his aura turning decidedly colder.

James Churchill could tell that Elly Campbell was rushing him to leave. Although he felt a tinge of disappointment, he didn’t want to make her feel uneasy.

Adam was a real hypocrite, allowing himself to flirt with other women but forbidding Elly from having too much interaction with other men. Where did he get that sense of superiority?

"Okay, I’ll take off then. Call me if you need anything."

"I’m here, so even if Elly has any issues, I’ll take care of them. Doctor Matt should head back and get some rest."

Adam Jones interrupted, his face cold, wishing James Churchill would just disappear immediately.

James Churchill gave him a sideward glance and snorted coldly before saying goodbye to Elly Campbell and leaving.

In the ward, it was once again just Elly Campbell and Adam Jones. Due to lack of sleep, Adam’s eyes were bloodshot. Elly now noticed this and thought about him cramming himself onto that lounge chair to stay with her all night, making her feelings complicated once again.

Meanwhile, concerning Helen Melendy.

After Elly Campbell was taken away by Adam Jones yesterday, Helen Melendy was also taken from the scene of the accident by Harry Hall. When she woke up, she found herself lying in Harry Hall’s bed.

After four years together with Harry, she was quite familiar with this place. Now looking around the room, she knew exactly where she was.

"How unlucky!"

She muttered in disgust, got out of bed, splashed water on her face in the bathroom, and when she came out, she realized she was only wearing an oversized men’s shirt that just covered her curvy behind.

Beneath that, she sported two smooth, bare legs that she found enticing, even to herself, making her feel like her nose might bleed just from the sight.

Thinking about who had changed her clothes, Helen Melendy’s face darkened even more.

At this moment, Harry Hall was not in the room. Helen Melendy stomped over the bed, picked up the phone on the bedside table, and dialed Harry Hall’s number.

The call connected quickly. Before he could speak, Helen Melendy erupted, "Harry Hall, where did you put my clothes?"

On the other end of the phone, there was silence for a few seconds, then a deep female voice came through, "Miss Melendy, it’s you again. You really are like a bad penny."

The voice carried unabashed mockery and scorn, along with a clear disdain.

Helen Melendy paused, gripping the phone tightly, as if a surge of memories had suddenly flooded back; it took her a while to steady herself before she spoke in a hoarse voice, "Mrs. Hall."

She knew that voice all too well; even after all these years, she couldn’t forget it.

"Miss Melendy, we made things very clear back then. I thought you were someone with pride. To my surprise, after all these years, your tactics haven’t changed at all. You’ve latched onto our Harry again?"

Helen Melendy’s complexion paled, but she retorted unsparingly, "Mrs. Hall, rest assured, I really don’t have any interest in your secondhand goods, Harry Hall. By the way, he must be with you right now, right? Do me a favor and tell him to stop bothering me for no reason and dragging me to his place."

After speaking, she didn’t give the person on the other end a chance to reply and hung up the phone.