He hadn't intended to pay any attention to this little nanny, but some people, with no real talent, have their heads in the clouds. And that would be fine, except they also lack any self-awareness.
If he didn't make himself clear, who knew what else this woman might do to provoke further misunderstandings for Elly Campbell.
Lynn Clark's face turned from white to red, and then from red back to white, her hand holding the chopsticks trembled slightly, and her eyes swiftly reddened.
She had never before been so humiliated or had her facade so ruthlessly peeled away in this manner. She thought that even if Adam Jones was indifferent to her now, he wouldn't be heartless enough to confront her feelings so directly and speak in such an embarrassing way.
"Mr. Jones... Mr. Jones, I didn't mean anything by it, how... how could you speak of me like that..."
Her complexion drained of color, her voice choked with a sob, her eyes glistening with tears, she looked pitiably vulnerable.
