But just moments ago, as he looked at her cold, clear brows and undisturbed black eyes, he didn't know why, but on an impulse, he had blurted out the question, only to be rejected by Elly Campbell so crisply.
Adam Jones felt a dull ache in his heart and some irritation, but he didn't know whether it was at Elly Campbell or at himself.
"Elly, you should know, if I don't want to divorce, you won't be able to divorce even if you sue," he said, his voice lowered, as his cool eyes slightly darkened.
A mocking, slight smile hooked at the corner of Elly's lips, and in her heart, she knew Adam was stating a fact.
"Then let's drag it out. President Jones doesn't mind being cuckolded, and since we've been husband and wife, naturally I would be very willing to help President Jones glorify that cuckoldry," she said.
Adam's gaze darkened at once, naturally thinking of James Churchill, who was at the same hospital as Elly. His eyes turned colder, "You have the guts to try?"
