Relentless Pursuit After Divorce
Chapter 501. Happiness is so simple_1

Chapter 501: 501. Happiness is so simple_1

The lights in the living room were dimmed by him as he sat beside Elly Campbell.

Only at this moment did he realize that the peace and happiness he had been clinging to all his life was actually very simple.

Yet this simplicity was squandered by his own doings, turning a humble desire into an extravagance far out of reach.

After an indeterminable amount of time, Elly Campbell, lying on the couch, let out a muffled groan and shifted uncomfortably.

Adam Jones snapped back to reality upon seeing Elly Campbell sitting up on the couch, supporting herself with one hand, her head in her hands as she massaged her swelling temples, her brows deeply furrowed.

"Elly, how are you feeling?"

The familiar voice, tinged with a hint of worry, brushed past Elly Campbell’s ear, causing her massaging hands to pause momentarily.

She slowly turned her head and her gaze fell into Adam Jones’s anxious, pitch-black pupils.

The dim light of the living room barely illuminated her reflection in his eyes.

Still a bit groggy at the moment, she hadn’t recollected much and just stared blankly at Adam Jones.

Seeing Elly Campbell sitting in silence, Adam grew more worried and called out to her again, "Elly?"

Only then did Elly Campbell slowly come back to her senses, meeting the handsome face so close to hers, instinctively moving her head backward.

She recalled leaving her room and taking two bottles of wine to the rooftop, sitting in the sunroom, reminiscing about every moment of William Campbell’s life since birth, including the understanding three-year-old boy who seemed like an adult.

He always cared for her like a grown man, protected her, never giving her anything to worry about.

Such a well-behaved child, and though it was she who should be taking care of him, she realized it had been the child who was always considerate of her feelings.

That’s why, before he recognized Adam as his father, he almost never mentioned anything about his dad in front of her, and she just took for granted that he didn’t care about the role of a father.

At that time, she thought a lot, and the more she did, the more her heart hurt, prompting her to guzzle the wine continuously, not remembering how much she had drunk.

Only...

Now, thinking carefully, she had no recollection of what happened afterward.

"Did I get drunk?"

It was only when she spoke that she realized how hoarse her voice was, raspy and slightly painful.

Looking into the confusion in Elly Campbell’s eyes, Adam Jones inwardly sighed.

Indeed, now that she was awake, she remembered nothing. If she knew what she had said and done while drunk, she might never dare to touch alcohol again in her lifetime.

Adam Jones gazed into her puzzled eyes and nodded, "Yes, you drank a bottle and a half of wine, and you also threw up."

He reached out to massage her swollen temples and leaned in close to her ear, asking softly, "Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere else now?"

Although she and Adam Jones had been flaunting their affection in front of others all day, to the point where who knows how many envious eyes were blinded, in private, she still wasn’t used to being too close to Adam Jones.

But when Adam Jones’s hands began to massage her temples with practiced ease, the comfort was so compelling that she chose to surrender to the real sensations of her body, allowing Adam Jones to continue.

His technique was excellent, as if professionally trained, and even Elly Campbell, who had an exceptionally bad relationship with Adam Jones, had to admit that she was enjoying his "service."