Relentless Pursuit After Divorce
Chapter 390. Jones is generally shocked by the favor_1

Chapter 390: 390. Jones is generally shocked by the favor_1

Adam Jones had never expected Elly Campbell to come over again, considering the company’s bid documents had been leaked, and they had to start over with the project case.

Despite having a team of capable elites, someone in his position could never afford to be idle for too long.

Even knowing this, Elly couldn’t help feeling a bit displeased to see Adam sitting up in bed, sick yet still dealing with business.

Adam’s face lit up with irrepressible joy and excitement as he looked at Elly standing before him.

Watching Elly place the thermos on the table with an indifferent expression, she said, "I just made a pot for my grandfather, and since he couldn’t finish it, he asked me to bring it to you."

Upon hearing these words, Adam’s smile froze for half a second, but he quickly masked it.

He had initially thought, when he saw her come in with a pot in her hand, that she had prepared it especially for him. But it turned out he had been presumptuous.

After all the wrong he had done to her, how could she still be so kind to him, to bring him soup specially?

Her mere presence and the fact that she was talking to him was already the best he could hope for.

Comforting himself with these thoughts, Adam’s previously gloomy mood brightened considerably.

He moved the computer aside, got out of bed, and trotted over to Elly, his eyes brimming with a smile.

"I’ll go and thank the Old Master myself later."

The way he naturally called out "Old Master" made Elly pause in her actions.

The Campbell and Jones families were long-time friends, and even if Elly and Adam weren’t husband and wife, it wasn’t strange for them to address each other’s elders in such a way.

Elly herself never felt awkward calling the Old Lady "grandma."

Yet hearing Adam call the Old Master that way, something about it seemed off to her.

However, Adam’s candid attitude made Elly feel that it would be petty to fuss over a mere form of address.

So, after a half-second pause, she returned to her usual demeanor.

"Drink up."

She pushed the bowl towards Adam and spoke in a detached tone.

"Thank you, wife."

Adam cozied up to Elly, calling out softly, his hands by his sides nervously forming into slight fists.

He had blurted out "wife" involuntarily, but after saying it, he worried that Elly might get angry.

So he kept his gaze fixed on Elly’s face, only to see her give him a nonchalant look without saying a word.

Adam’s clenched fist relaxed slightly, and with it, half his anxiety dissipated. He felt secretly thrilled, yet didn’t dare show it.

Adam deliberately slowed his pace, sipping the soup Elly had brought him, fearing that if he finished too quickly, she would just walk away without a word, taking the thermos with her.

Elly sat next to him, unsure of what to do. She could have visited the Old Master’s sickroom, but her second aunt had shooed her away earlier, probably to have a private conversation with the Old Master. Elly didn’t want to interrupt them at this time.

The sound of notification alerts from Adam’s laptop intermittently reached her ears.

This was the messaging software used solely by their company staff, and ever since she entered the room, those alerts hadn’t stopped.

Anyone in the same work group chat as Adam was undoubtedly a high-ranking company executive.

And at this hour, these executives were still working?