Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, downstairs was the street with heavy traffic. Adam Jones's thoughts were somewhat hazy.
Why didn't she even ask a single question, could it be just as he imagined, that she simply didn't care about the rumors of him with other women?
Because she didn't care, so there was no need to ask.
The moment he thought of this, Adam's hand, holding the glass, subconsciously tightened.
He remembered that day, she said, he couldn't control whether she would become involved with other men, and she likewise wouldn't mind if he was with other women.
The two of them, to put it bluntly, were just in a marriage of convenience.
No, it wasn't even a marriage of convenience! They hadn't even collected their marriage certificate yet.
At that thought, Adam laughed mockingly to himself, the bitterness in his heart even more acute than the alcohol on his palate.
"Elly Campbell, you really don't care at all, do you?"
