"I want to give you an answer again today," Jane Sampson gently bit her lip, then took a deep breath, her gaze never leaving James Blackās face, meeting his eyes head-on.
"Iāll only say it once, so you have to listen carefully," Jane paused for a few seconds before speaking again.
James Black didnāt know what she would say, but at this moment, as he waited for her response, he subconsciously held his breath.
He watched her lips part slowly, gently telling him,
"James Black, I love you."
Five words, yet each one burrowed deeply into his heart, taking root.
James Black was dumbstruck, remaining so for a long time until she ran towards him in a full dash, only then did he come to his senses, instinctively standing up and wrapping his arms around the person hurling into his embrace.
Jane jumped out of the bed and directly hugged James Black, worried that he hadnāt heard her clearly, she tiptoed and repeated in his ear, "I love you."
This time, James Black heard her loud and clear.
So clearly that he could hear every enunciation, every breath.
"Say it again for me?" James Blackās palm was gently touching her lips, and even he didnāt realize that his voice was trembling as he spoke.
It was like an unexpected surprise that hit him unprepared.
The person who had said sheād only say it once, spoke again.
"I said, I love you."
Her voice was as sweet as honey, addictive to him, and if possible, he wanted to hear this sentence for a lifetime.
"Jane Sampson, since youāve said it out loud, youāll have to do as you say for the rest of your life." He lifted her up again and placed her on the bed, this time, without any hesitation, he kissed her directly.
Perhaps, even honey wasnāt a tenth as sweet as she was.
He fumbled to untie her bathrobe, and unsurprisingly, he touched her skin.
"Jane Sampson, it seems you intentionally lured me in tonight," James Black remarked with a sigh of realization.
Underneath his bathrobe, there was nothing else.
His kisses became more urgent, tenderly moving from her lips, down, and further down...
Jane laid beneath him like she was caught in a whirlpool, waiting for more of his affection.
James Black freed one hand to pull open the bedhead cabinet drawer, his palm searching inside.
He paused.
Then searched again.
Afterward, his movement stopped, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly.
He was quiet for a few seconds, then withdrew his hand and looked down at the person beneath him, saying, "What are you planning to do if I say that thing is gone?"
"What?" Janeās voice was incredibly soft, but after asking, she quickly realized what James was referring to.
The mini umbrella was gone!
"Who let you last time..." Janeās ears were burning.
Who let this man have no restraint and not rest last time!
She lifted her foot to kick James Black, "Get off!"
This wasnāt home, and at this time, they couldnāt buy that stuff.
James Black took a long breath, his breathing still heavy, but he rolled over anyway, sprawled beside Jane, his eyes filled with repressed emotions.
"Jane Sampson, letās make a bet," James suddenly spoke.
"What?" Jane reached out to pull the quilt over both of their bodies, not having to see certain unspeakable parts, she managed to focus on what James was saying.
"Bet on whether a one-time tonight can make you pregnant, if you get pregnant, we keep it, if not, Iāll give you a gift," James said.
As soon as Jane heard about the gift, she instinctively wanted to agree.