Even if back then Jane Sampson was impatient to do these things, the Black Family seniors insisted on her personally getting involved. After all, it was her wedding, and James Black, being a big man, was busy with the guard team all the time and definitely wouldnât come to make decisions. So the seniors left all sorts of tasks to Jane Sampson to decide.
Even down to the design scheme for the wedding invitations, theyâd show it to Jane Sampson to make her personal choice.
Jillian Carterâs wedding was already prepared in a very short time, everything was rushed. If it were like that, and Jillian Carter still had to muster the energy to fuss over her, then Jane Sampson must genuinely admire this crazy woman from the bottom of her heart.
Thinking of this, Jane Sampson firmly shook her head, "It shouldnât be her, or else Iâd be way, way, way too impressed by her."
Jane Sampson repeated the word âwayâ several times, just like a repeater.
"Bride-to-be, very busy?" James Black casually asked without much thought.
If James Black had kept quiet, it would have been all right, but asking this question directly made Jane Sampson glare over angrily.
Feeling unsatisfied, she stood up straight away, dashed towards James Black, and pressed him onto the bed, pounding on him several times with her small fists.
"Hmph! Invitations I chose, guest names handwritten by me for sincerity, the hotel I chose, the wedding menu I tasted and decided on afterward, and you say, bride-to-be, busy or not busy!" Jane Sampsonâs hands directly seized James Blackâs neck, her mouth pouting as if she could hang an oil bottle.
"Hmph! Luckily, it happens just once in a lifetime, busy only for that period, if I have to marry again in this lifetime, Iâd rather die!" The more Jane Sampson thought about it, the angrier she got.
James Black, this guy, throughout the whole process, only took a half-day leave from the guard team to choose the deadline.
If memory serves, one week before marriage, this guy was executing tasks outdoors and couldnât be reached at all.
If Old Sir hadnât assured that James Black would make it back before the wedding, back then Jane Sampson wouldâve secretly thought that if the groom hadnât returned by the wedding day, then sheâd probably be laughed at by Julie Sampton for a lifetime.
Jane Sampson was still sitting on James Blackâs legs, acting mischievously. Before the words were finished, James Black raised his hand and tapped her lightly on the forehead.
Still, it wasnât light.
"Thinking about a second time?" James Black lay there, reaching out to pull Jane Sampson towards him, embraced her directly, and kissed her, "Just once in a lifetime, there wonât be a second time."
After hearing Jane Sampson, James Black realized that she had done so many things for the marriage.
He had always thought these matters were all arranged by the seniors, just like him, Jane Sampson didnât need to do much, she only needed to wait to be the bride.
Thinking about it, during those several months preparing the wedding, he was still in the guard team and didnât even think about asking her if she needed any help.
"Iâm sorry." James Black touched Jane Sampsonâs head, "If I knew you were working so hard, I should have shared the responsibility."
He might not have been able to help much, but at least he could have taken on the job of writing the invitations.
Jane Sampson smiled, lying on top of James Black, her laughter soft, "Actually, it wasnât that bad, back then I mainly didnât want to meet you often, you gave off an especially strong sense of oppression, your gaze sharp like an eagleâs, I was really afraid of making eye contact with you, scared youâd see my true self, being with you was especially stressful mentally."