"Adam Jones, are you sick?"
Elly Campbell turned around impatiently and growled, "I've been standing all day without anything to eat; are you deliberately trying to make things difficult for me?"
This wasn't the first time Elly Campbell had lost her temper with Adam Jones. She had let him experience her fiery disposition before, but those instances had usually been marked by cold sarcasm. This time, however, she went as far as to openly curse at him.
Adam Jones looked at her face, which was turning red with rage, and struggled to suppress a smile.
And just when someone should have sense enough to stay away, at the very moment when Elly Campbell lost patience, they stepped forward, seemingly searching for a beating, or rather, trying to make their presence felt in front of Adam Jones—
"Dr. Campbell, how can you curse at someone? Adam, he's also..."
"Shut up!"
