No matter how much money James Black had, Jane Sampson never coveted his wealth, so she didnāt care much about it. Even if they were to divorce, she had no intention of taking a single cent from him.
After Brooke Black left, only James Black and Jane Sampson remained in the house. Looking at the man who was sitting there silently brewing tea, Jane simply couldnāt sit still and ran straight to the kitchen, where she overheard Aunt Nanny muttering that they were out of soy sauce and ginger. Jane promptly volunteered to help.
"Auntie, just tell me what you need, and Iāll go to the supermarket to buy it!" Jane thought that going out to buy some stuff and sneak some snacks was a far better plan than staying at home doing nothing and having to face James Black.
Aunt Nanny was thrilled to hear that Jane offered to go out, "That would be great! I canāt leave the soup on the stove right now! Miss Black said everyone would be back for lunch, so I have to get things ready."
"Auntie, youāve worked hard this noon." Jane flattered with a smile, "Iāll help you out when I come back with the groceries!"
After finishing the conversation, Jane walked out of the kitchen cheerfully. Her purse was on the sofa, and the car key was with James Black, so she naturally went to him.
Before she could even speak, James Black saw her putting on her purse and preemptively asked, "Where to?"
"Just to the supermarket to help Aunt Nanny buy some groceries." Janeās response was swift, and then she extended her palm to him, "Give me the car key; Iāll drive there."
The nearest supermarket to the Black Residence was a 20-minute drive away. In this hot weather, if one didnāt drive, it would be a test of human life endurance.
James Blackās gaze lingered on Janeās delicate palm. Her fingers, used to playing the piano, were slender and beautiful, and even her palms were paler than most peopleās.
"Iāll go with you," James said efficiently, starting to cleanup the tea sets. "Wait three minutes for me."
Jane felt a barrage of exclamation marks hit her forehead.
"Can I refuse?" Jane asked in a tiny voice, "I can go by myself."
James Black stopped his movements and looked up at Jane, who was pouting and picking at her fingers. He didnāt immediately respond but instead finished tidying up the tea sets before standing up and walking around the tea table towards Jane.
Looking at her face, he suddenly lifted his hand toward her face.
Jane stepped back in alarm, "James Black, what are you doing?"
It surely couldnāt be that he would lash out just because she said she wanted to go alone?
"What do you think Iām going to do?" James Black furrowed his eyebrows, "You think Iām going to hit you?"
James found it laughable. Did Jane really see him as the kind of man who would hit his own wife?
After his rhetorical question, James pressed his hand on Janeās shoulder, not tenderly, and wiped off the powder on her face, "Sneak eating and you donāt even wipe your mouth."
Having said that, he didnāt bother to see Janeās expression and took the car key and walked out first. When he got to the doorway and still didnāt see Jane following, he turned back to the person who was still standing there stunned and urged, "Are we going or not?"
"Going! Going!" Janeās voice was soft and meek, now devoid of the cheer and joy she had when she had first asked him for the car key.
Going alone and going with James Black were two completely different moods.
The former was bubbly and joyous, the latter a mixture of mirth and misery.