Relentless Pursuit After Divorce
Chapter 366. The First Sight Appearance_1

Chapter 366: 366. The First Sight Appearance_1

Upon hearing her words, you could tell she was planning to stay and care for Adam Jones. A barely perceptible hint of desolation flickered in the depths of his eyes, but he assumed an air of nonchalance and said,

"Well, I’m off. But if he really doesn’t want to live, you should just leave him be."

Elly Campbell was amused by his remark, and her gloomy mood improved somewhat.

"Got it. If he wants to die, I’ll personally see him off."

"That’s good. It means I’ll have one less rival in love."

James Churchill nodded approvingly but received a warning glare from Elly Campbell. He could only raise his hands in surrender and left the hospital room. Once out of Elly’s sight, the smile on his lips gently faded.

After waiting for so many years, I’m still no match for Adam Jones, that big oaf.

Is it just because we met too late?

If I had met Elly before Adam Jones, would the outcome have been different?

With these thoughts, James Churchill laughed at himself mockingly and returned to the on-call room.

After James Churchill had left, Elly Campbell stood alone in the hospital room, looking at the pallid Adam Jones with mixed feelings.

She had never seen Adam Jones like this before, devoid of his usual stern and imposing demeanor, now so fragile it seemed as though she could crush him with the slightest touch of her finger.

She never thought she would one day see Adam Jones in this state.

Recalling how just half an hour earlier he had been holding her hand, his eyes pleading for another chance, she could still feel a dull ache in her heart.

Giving a chance is so easy, but she doesn’t have the courage to take a risk on Adam Jones again.

Yet she couldn’t deny that she truly couldn’t let go of Adam Jones, the man she was determined to marry at first sight. How could she simply let go?

She sighed, walked over to cover him with a blanket, and turned off all the lights, leaving only a dim nightlight on.

In the faint light, she looked at Adam’s chiseled face and thought that his whole presence seemed much softer.

This uncontrollably reminded her of their first meeting by the poolside, him sitting next to her, radiating warmth, gently wiping away her tears.

Every movement was so tender it could drown her.

He was actually not very good at talking. He told a lot of bad jokes trying to make her laugh, but she just couldn’t smile, only staring at him foolishly, which made him rather embarrassed.

Then, very cautiously, he asked her if his jokes were really not funny at all.

She remembers bluntly replying that his face was more attractive than his jokes, leaving him with a bright red face.

Thinking back on their initial encounter, Elly Campbell’s gaze softened, and a faint smile began to emerge at the corners of her mouth.

Shifting her gaze away from his face, she moved the lounge chair from the corner and brought it near the bed, suddenly feeling a sense of déjà vu.

Then it came to her: that time she had been involved in a car accident and suffered a concussion, hospitalized, he cramped himself into such a small lounge chair, staying with her all night.

The next day, he looked terrible, his eyes bloodshot with red veins.

Now their roles were reversed, and it felt entirely different.

She sat down on the lounge chair, her gaze lingering on the IV bag above Adam Jones, and without realizing it, she fell asleep.