002. Self-affectionate_1

When everything was over, Elly Campbell quietly watched the bathroom, still veiled in steam – not a hint of joy on her face, nor in her heart.

She had never imagined that a moment that should have been beautiful for the two of them would begin like this.

In pain, Elly half-squatted on the ground. Adam Jones merely glanced at her coldly and went into the shower. After a hasty rinse, he wrapped a towel around himself and walked out.

It took a long time before Elly could recover from the tearing pain. Slowly, she got up from the ground and went to clean herself in the shower.

Looking at herself in the mirror, her face, pale as paper, couldn't hide her delicate beauty – yet it never caught Adam's eye.

Sardonically tugging at the corner of her lips, she unexpectedly saw that Adam Jones was still in the room.

This was the marital bedroom she shared with Adam Jones, but in three years, his visits here could be counted on one hand, let alone staying the night.

At that moment, Adam, already dressed, was sitting on the sofa, his long legs lazily crossed. He looked down at Elly with an air of superiority.

That look was familiar to Elly, but tonight... it was so piercing that she felt utterly humiliated.

Elly raised her eyes and looked at him for a while, her voice somewhat hoarse, "Is there something else?"

Standing before her, Adam looked down at the woman, her body marred with wounds and her face pale, but her calmness irritated him. His ruthless words slowly spilled out.

"Sophie is back. I'm giving you one day to get out of here."

Elly's body stiffened. In her stunned eyes, a hint of disbelief surfaced—

"Sophie Baker is back?"

Sophie Baker – Elly was not unfamiliar with her, even though she had never appeared in Elly's life. And yet, she was always there, lingering in Elly's existence.

Elly looked into Adam's eyes for a long time. Those bottomless eyes, whenever they met hers, were always cold as bayonets.

She watched Adam silently, the memory of that tender, sunny-smiled boy growing more and more blurred.

After a long moment, she took a deep breath as if mustering all her courage and asked softly, "Adam, in these three years, was there ever a moment... when you liked me?"

As she asked, Elly knew she had trampled all her dignity underfoot.

The tears brimming in her eyes were forcefully pushed back.

Adam's body tensed, surprised by Elly's question. A flicker of confusion passed through the depths of his eyes.

But the confusion was fleeting, and it vanished quickly.

After staring at Elly in silence for a long time, he let out a scornful, sarcastic laugh, "What do you think?"

Elly saw the mockery in his eyes, as if laughing at her for being foolishly lovesick.

She laughed along, feeling that her question was indeed ridiculous, utterly lacking self-awareness.

If Adam had liked her even a little bit in the past three years, he wouldn't be humiliating her like this now.

Adam didn't know why she suddenly laughed. When he brought up Sophie, Elly's reaction was unexpectedly calm.

So calm it was entirely unlike the reaction a normal wife should have. Watching her like that, Adam grew even more restless.

For three years, she had always been proper and composed, not making a fuss – a considerate wife who never annoyed him.

But only he knew just how venomous this woman's heart truly was.