Chapter 367: 367. Adam Jones is Dead_1

In the middle of the night, she suddenly woke up, tears still lingering in the corners of her eyes as she opened them. She was taken aback for a moment and raised her hand to wipe her cheeks, finding them wet with tears.

Her hand rested over her heart, which was still pounding quite fiercely.

She had just dreamed that Adam Jones was dead.

Covered in blood, he lay before her, and the mere thought made her heart uncontrollably tremble.

Her gaze shot to Adam Jones lying peacefully in the hospital bed, his eyebrows knitted tightly together at some point unbeknownst to her.

Looking up, she noticed the IV drip had finished. The nurse must have come in at some point and removed the needle without her noticing.

It seemed that she hadn't been paying too much attention to Adam after all.

She sat blankly in the recliner, wiping her face again heavily, and let out a chuckle.

Perhaps, one day, she really could let go of Adam Jones completely.