Relentless Pursuit After Divorce
Chapter 500. Cost him his old life_1

Chapter 500: 500. Cost him his old life_1

Unable to help himself, he raised his hand to gently stroke her soft long hair, and in a husky voice, he said, "If you say much more, you’ll really be the death of me."

The drunken Elly Campbell, not fully understanding his words, watched as Adam Jones put down the pot spatula. He cajoled her like one would a child while pushing her towards the kitchen exit.

"You be good and wait for me in the living room, and I’ll bring out the food for you once it’s ready, okay?"

This time Elly obediently followed Adam out of the kitchen and sat quietly on the sofa, not causing any more commotion in the kitchen.

After returning to the kitchen, Adam dared not stay too long. He had a "time bomb" sitting in the living room, and he couldn’t bear to leave her alone for too long.

Ten minutes later, the noodles were ready.

Adam served the noodles, and realizing the eerie silence in the living room, felt a sinking feeling in his heart. He quickly dashed out of the kitchen and towards the living room.

He saw Elly holding a sofa cushion on the floor, leaning against the sofa, her head buried in the cushion, sleeping soundly.

Seeing this, Adam’s anxious heart settled, and he sighed helplessly. He approached her and carefully lifted her, placing her on the sofa to lie down.

In just a short while, she had fallen into a deep sleep, probably because all of her energy had been spent.

He sat down beside her on the floor, silently watching her sleeping face, his gaze as tender as if it was about to brim with water.

The drunk her wasn’t overly noisy but also couldn’t keep still, always managing to do things that caught him off guard and were both frustrating and amusing.

Recalling Elly’s behavior in front of him tonight, the drunken Elly was like a bewildered child, completely opposite to the cool, distant, and astute Elly when sober.

She would seek favor and act cute in front of him, would play coy and whine like a child desiring his praise.

Just one compliment from him would brighten her eyes with joy.

The Elly of those three years of marriage, she must have been just like that.

If he showed her a little attention, she could be happy for half a day; if he said a word to her, she could savor it for a long time. But what about when he ignored her?

She wouldn’t express her dissatisfaction without any reservations like she did when drunk; she would just silently hide her sadness.

Thinking back on the coldness and pain he brought her during those three years, Adam’s heart clenched with pain.

He leaned down and gently placed a kiss on Elly’s face, noticing as her brow unconsciously furrowed and then relaxed again.

He didn’t wake Elly; instead, he stood up and went to the kitchen to put the prepared noodles into a thermal container to keep warm.

It was just past seven in the evening now, and he figured his wife would wake up after a short nap.

And after she woke up?

Adam met the thought with a self-deprecating smile. After waking up, she’d be that cold, indifferent Elly again.

No longer the Elly who would lie on top of him, demanding to know if he was going out to find some fairy. Not the Elly who, after drinking a glass of honey water, eagerly awaited his praise. And certainly not the one who would sweetly call him husband and praise him for being amazing, no longer the adoring Elly.

As Adam pondered, his emotions gradually sank.

Glancing at Elly lying unmoving on the sofa, sleeping peacefully, Adam once again couldn’t resist bending down to kiss her lips gently, then stood up, grabbed a small blanket from upstairs to cover her, and just sat quietly beside her.