<h4>Chapter 603: 603. Who isn’t a little princess_1</h4>


    And thinking of her own rtionship with Adam Jones...


    Elly Campbell furrowed her brows, looked at Helen Melendy, and said, "Helen, have you ever taken the initiative to ask Harry Hall?"


    Helen Melendy was stunned for a moment, then shook her head.


    "Adam Jones and I are perfect examples. If he had asked me back then, or if I had asked him, we wouldn’t have wasted so many years. What you see may not be the truth. You should personally ask Harry Hall and hear his answer yourself."


    This statement from Elly Campbell stung Helen Melendy harshly, leaving her unsure of how to react.


    In fact, she hadforted herself countless times, thinking it might be a misunderstanding.


    But what kind of misunderstanding would make Harry Hall smile at that girl and even let her wipe his mouth with a tissue, and what kind of misunderstanding would lead him to hold that girl’s hand?


    She had seen all of it with her own eyes, it wasn’t something Mrs. Hall fabricated, nor was it a video that Mrs. Hall had edited. It was all witnessed personally by her.


    Helen Melendy shook her head vigorously andughed, "Let’s not talk about him anymore. We’ve already broken up, so there’s no point in dwelling on it."


    Elly Campbell saw the rejection in her eyes and knew she didn’t want to talk about Harry Hall anymore, so she dropped the topic.


    After dining with Helen Melendy, as soon as they left the restaurant, Elly got a call from Adam Jones asking where she was.


    "I’m at the mall with Helen. We’ve already had dinner. William is at grandpa’s ce; if you’re free, could you pick him up?"


    On the other end of the line, Adam Jones was obviously a bit unhappy,ining for a bit before hanging up.


    Helen Melendy couldn’t help butugh lightly, "Your Adam Jones is quite clingy. Am I just taking up a bit of your time? He’sining like a resentful wife."


    Teased by Helen Melendy, Elly couldn’t help butugh, "Never mind him. He acts like a scorned wife all the time. Isn’t everyone supposed to be a little princess?"


    "Exactly, I’m your little princess."


    Helen Melendy alsoughed, holding Elly Campbell’s hand as they strolled through the mall.


    This time Elly hade back with significantly more smiles than before, evidently, Adam Jones had truly made a lot of effort in recent days.


    They could reconcile, and she was genuinely happy for Elly, hoping that Adam Jones wouldn’t let Elly down again.


    The two had just entered a luxury private custom clothing store when a tall figure suddenly appeared in front of them.


    Elly Campbell and Helen Melendy were both taken aback for a moment, and Helen’s expression darkened the next second.


    "A good dog doesn’t block the way, Mr. Hall. Are you trying to be a dog now?"


    Harry Hall ignored herments and said to Elly Campbell, "I have some private matters to discuss with Helen Melendy, if that’s okay?"


    He was clearly trying to send her away.


    Before Elly could respond, she heard Helen Melendy say, "Are you sick or something? We have nothing to do with each other anymore, what private matters do we have to discuss?"


    Helen Melendy, holding onto Elly’s hand, tried to leave but Harry Hall grabbed her other arm.


    "Are you sure we have no private matters to discuss?"


    Harry Hall narrowed his eyes; the pitch-ck pupils filled with a cold warning, but the next second, heughed.


    "Since you don’t think it’s a private matter, we can talk about it here just as well."


    With that, he turned his gaze to Elly Campbell, a small smile ying on his lips, "Does the sister-inw want to listen too?"


    This "sister-inw" sounded a bit fake, as if she, the "sister-inw," had some grievance against him.