Relentless Pursuit After Divorce
Chapter 333. Why deceive yourself and others_1

Chapter 333: 333. Why deceive yourself and others_1

After a long time, he finally recovered from the fatal pain, moved his lips, and said hoarsely, "Then... then why won’t you remarry me?"

The Jones’ domineering and powerful leader experienced for the first time what it meant to deceive oneself and feel utterly helpless.

"Because I don’t love you anymore."

Elly Campbell said this sentence with an exceptional calm, yet it seemed to stab viciously into Adam Jones’s heart.

"Adam Jones, I don’t love you anymore."

Her eyes calmly met Adam’s cold gaze, "We have tormented each other, but now I have let it go, really. Considering that we have had a child together, I hope you won’t make things too stiff between us, it’s unnecessary."

Every word she said was like throwing a handful of salt on the already painfully scarred heart of Adam Jones, making him feel both pain and a burning sensation.

Adam Jones didn’t speak, just watched Elly with a pair of cold eyes, holding back many things he wanted to say but was forcefully pushed back by Elly’s indifferent gaze.

Seeing Elly looking at him, she sighed, "Your wound has split open again, why bother?"

She was like a long-lost friend, without resentment or anger, as she stood up, took a medical kit from the cabinet, walked over to him, knelt down, and started to treat his wound.

Adam Jones stared at her, not dodging or flinching, allowing Elly to remove the gauze from his forehead that had been soaked with blood, and not even flinching as the stinging iodine touched his wound.

Elly frowned as she saw the blood still seeping from the split-open wound.

"It needs to be stitched up again. Bear with it a little."

Adam Jones still didn’t respond, simply letting Elly’s needle pierce through his forehead, seemingly not feeling much pain, not even frowning once.

He just watched quietly as Elly worked meticulously, their relationship clear as if it was merely that of a doctor and a patient; in her eyes, he couldn’t find a trace of pity.

She was so close to him at the moment, yet it made him feel unsettlingly distant.

Just yesterday... just yesterday it wasn’t like this.

When she was stitching him up, her hands were shaking so badly with fear. Why was it different after just one night?

"Done."

Elly finished bandaging his wound, and as she stood up, Adam Jones caught her hand.

He looked up at Elly with a despondent look in his eyes, reddened with a hint of anger, "You’re lying."

Elly was taken aback, instinctively asking, "What?"

"You lie. How can you say you’ve let it go just like that."

He stood up from the sofa, looking down at Elly with untroubled eyes, holding her hand not only without releasing it, but gripping it even tighter.

Elly’s eyebrows tightened, and the look of red anger in his eyes, and the gradually spreading panic made her heart clench.

"Adam Jones, be graceful, stop deceiving yourself, will you?"

"Why should I?"

Adam Jones’s lips curled into a cold sneer, which, with the glaring wound on his forehead, made him look like a ghostly apparition from Hell, instilling fear in Elly.

"Why do I have to be graceful? Why haven’t I let go, and you have? Why should you expect me to let go? Why?!"

His emotions suddenly became agitated, and the wound on his forehead seemed to risk splitting open again.