"You filed for divorce with the court?"
Adam Jones grasped her wrist with a darkened expression.
"I've already entrusted the entire divorce matter to my lawyer. If President Jones has any question, he can discuss it with my lawyer. I'm off work now, please let go of my hand," she said.
Hearing this, not only did Adam not let go, but he also tightened his grip on Elly Campbell's wrist, "Are you in such a hurry to divorce me because of the man on the phone?"
He remembered James Churchill's face, the very image of a playboy, a romantic who left a trail of broken hearts everywhere. How could Elly be with someone like that?
Every time Adam mentioned her son, Elly instinctively felt a twinge of guilt and always subconsciously avoided his gaze.
And such guilt of hers easily led Adam to believe she was avoiding him because she had found another man.
"Elly!"
