"Youāre not allowed to throw it away either," Jane Sampson touched her nose and then cleared her throat before shouting James Blackās full name.
"James Black, letās be reasonable," Jane thought. Itās probably because of the mountains and the long distance between us, James isnāt right by my side, so even when I can sense heās unhappy, I unexpectedly feel very brave. As long as Iām not facing James, some things donāt seem that hard to say at all."
"Me not coming home for four to five months actually has no impact on you because, before this, youāve also rarely come home. Itās not unusual for you to be gone half a year to a year, busy with your guard team while Iām busy in another region. My coming home or not doesnāt seem to affect you, right?"
So, what excuse could this guy possibly have for disagreeing?
This was purely looking for trouble with her, wasnāt it?
Of course, had Jane known what James would reply after she finished her sentences, she would have let James get rid of her rabbit Kris and become a beautiful and quiet mute.
Jane finished talking, and for a long time, James didnāt reply and was even very quiet. Just when Jane thought James was about to hang up the phone, he suddenly spoke.
"Are you accusing me of not fulfilling my responsibilities as a husband before?" James asked.
No, no, no, Jane inwardly roared, Lord Chief, where on earth did you hear an accusation from me? Iām just asking for people to be decent and fair.
But James didnāt give Jane a chance to retort, "I admit my mistake. So, starting now, I will definitely come home once every month. Likewise, you must also let me see you once a month."
With that, James paused for two seconds before continuing on with emphasis, "One month, thatās my bottom line."
Inside, Jane felt as if millions of alpacas were stampeding through her mind and then stomping back over the shattered pieces of her glass heart.
Isnāt it better to be a man without a bottom line at times like these?
Isnāt it?!
"Do you hear me?" After waiting for half a day without a response from Jane, James asked again with patience.
"Hmm..." Pretend not to listen to the turtleās scriptures.
"If you canāt do it yourself, I can make it happen for you," Jamesās voice carried a hint of threat, "I can personally help you select jobs, with workloads that can be completed within one month."
"Oh," Jane rolled her eyes at the night, then morosely bit into the barbecue skewer in her hand, which suddenly didnāt seem quite as tasty.
So frustrating~
After hanging up the phone, Jane sat there staring blankly, vowing that one day sheād be the one calling the shots and singing her song. When that day came, sheād pay James Black back point for point!
James Black, so infuriating! Threatening people, so annoying!
When Jane returned to her seat, she noticed many people staring at her. After she sat down, the third female role Amy Sanderson teased her with a comment, "Boyfriend checking in on you?"
"No, itās the patriarch at home checking in," Jane replied quite candidly and after finishing, looked around merrily at everyone, "The patriarch is a bit more strict."
Not allowing her to hold rabbit Kris, not allowing her to eat barbecue skewers, not allowing her to eat ice cream; so, at this time, heās daddy Black, the patriarch.
But no one would believe Janeās words, yet everyone in the circle knew better than to dig deeper after a joke or two. In this circle, the last thing you want is to meddle too deeply, particularly on matters of the heart, which are the utmost privacy.