Relentless Pursuit After Divorce

Chapter 22: 022. Special Way of Offering Telephone Number Chapter 22: 022. Special Way of Offering Telephone Number Editor: Henyee Translations The driver, seeing her genuine apology, didn’t hold it against her too much. Elly Campbell handed him a piece of paper with her cell phone number written on it. “I’m really sorry. I’m in a hurry to get my son to school. Call me when the car is fixed, and I’ll make sure to compensate you at market value.”

The chauffeur glanced at the number, then back at her, his expression hesitant. Elly noticed the uncertainty in his eyes.

“I’m a doctor at First Hospital, my name is Elly Campbell. If you can’t reach me by phone, feel free to come to the hospital and ask for me.”

The driver, believing the sincerity in her face, felt reassured she wouldn’t deceive him. After silently noting down her license plate number, he finally spoke. “Alright, our boss is in a hurry too, so let’s not waste any more time.”

“Thank you for your understanding.”

Elly Campbell thanked the chauffeur and quickly turned to walk back to her car.

In the backseat of the Maybach, the man had grown impatient from the recent collision. The chauffeur had stepped out to handle the situation, but he hadn’t bothered asking about it. His deep eyes remained focused on the tablet in his hands, silently working through whatever was on the screen.

When he finished with his task, he casually glanced up and out the window. His gaze caught a familiar face—one he recognized, yet it felt strangely distant.

“Elly Campbell!”

Just as Elly Campbell was about to open her car door and get in, she heard that familiar voice from in front of her.

Her heart sank as she looked up, and there he was—Adam Jones, standing next to the car. His long arm rested casually on the door of the Maybach, his brow slightly furrowed as he studied her.

Elly’s gaze shifted to the Maybach’s license plate—it wasn’t unfamiliar, but she hadn’t noticed it earlier. She never could have imagined that her bad luck with Adam Jones ran so deep, that she’d end up colliding with his car while on her way to take her son to school.

Wait, her son?

Elly Campbell’s heart lurched violently at the thought of her son still sitting in the car. A wave of panic washed over her, fear rising that Adam Jones might notice the child.

She quickly closed the car door and moved to position herself, subtly blocking his line of sight.

“I didn’t expect to run into you, President Jones.

Adam Jones looked at her, a smile curling on his lips—one that was hard to read. “It seems you really hate me.”

His gaze shifted to the dent in his car caused by her vehicle, and there was a subtle hint of meaning in his eyes.

“You must be mistaken, President Jones. To me, you’re just a stranger now. There’s no question of hate. If I truly hated you, I’d hit you, not your car.”

Adam Jones, “…”

The driver, “…”

At that moment, Elly Campbell’s only concern was preventing her son from being discovered. She had no intention of engaging further with Adam Jones. Without waiting for him to respond, she quickly added, “I’ve already given my phone number to your driver. I’ll take care of the car repairs, so you don’t need to worry, President Jones.”

With that, she turned and quickly walked back to her car, but before she could reach it, Adam Jones’s hand shot out, catching her around the waist and pulling her back.

The nearby chauffeur watched in shock, knowing that his boss typically kept a distance from women. Since he’d started working as the president’s chauffeur a year ago, he’d never seen Adam Jones around a woman who seemed even remotely close to him, let alone witness such an intimate gesture.

For a moment, he almost wondered if his boss… might have a different orientation in sex.

“Adam Jones, what are you doing!”

Elly Campbell’s face darkened as she noticed the passers-by in their cars staring at them.

“You have a pretty unique way of giving out your phone number.”