He found that tie while packing things for her.
The style was the same as the dress she was going to wear tomorrow night. It should be designed as a coupleâs edition. Although Jane Sampson didnât mention it at that time, James Black took it out himself and put it together with her dress, packing them into the suitcase together.
"Oscar Wilson said there will be many girls tomorrow," Jane Sampson looked deeply at James Blackâs face.
So when she saw that tie today, she didnât hesitate to buy it together.
She had to tell everyone that this handsome man was hers, Jane Sampsonâs.
James Black glanced at Jane Sampson and saw her staring at him intently. He directly wrapped an arm around her waist and turned her over, making her lie on her back.
"This way itâs not tiring to look," James Black said, "If you want to look, do it openly and honestly, no need to sneak around."
Jane Sampson immediately closed her eyes tightly, "Whoâs looking at you? Seeing you every day, Iâm already tired of it."
This was what Brooke Black said to her today. Jane Sampson, without much thought, blurted it out.
"Is that so? Tired of it?" James Black retorted with a laugh.
"Yes!" Jane Sampson responded loudly.
"Then youâll have to endure for the rest of your life. Getting tired so early, youâre bound to be bored to death in the future."
Jane Sampson: "..."
A sharp-tongued person can always leave someone speechless.
Jane Sampson glared at James Black angrily, "Well, youâre lucky. Iâm so beautiful, youâll probably never tire of looking at me for a lifetime."
After saying that, feeling a bit embarrassed, she turned back over to avoid looking at James Black.
James Black wasnât angry; instead, he laughed.
He pressed against Jane Sampsonâs back, kissed behind her ear. His voice was low and husky but incredibly enticing.
"Yes, a lifetime wonât be enough," he said.
With that, his kiss fell lightly on the back of her neck, then slowly moved down...
In the end, thirteen thousand steps werenât Jane Sampsonâs biggest activity today.
Tangling with someone she shouldnât have, Jane Sampsonâs pre-sleep exercise truly left her exhausted to the point of collapse.
Before falling asleep in James Blackâs arms, one sentence lingered in Jane Sampsonâs mind.
Men at thirty are like a blooming flower.
Yes, canât be picked, canât be picked.
Itâs deadly.
Oscar Wilson returned a day earlier than Jane Sampson, so knowing their arrival time, he volunteered to be their pickup chauffeur.
After meeting them, Oscar Wilson and Jane Sampson walked a couple of steps ahead, chatting, while James Black pushed the suitcase behind them.
The relationship between Oscar Wilson and Jane Sampson wasnât as close as that between Jane Sampson and Peter Gingery, so the two kept a proper distance while talking, unlike the intimate bond with Peter Gingery who would hold Jane Sampsonâs arm closely.
"I heard some explosive news this time. Joseph Shaw had a fight with Jillian Carter. It seems theyâve been quarreling for several days," Oscar Wilsonâs eyes gleamed with gossip, "Joseph Shaw married Jillian, most likely for the Carter Family behind her, so after their marriage, Jillian has been difficult, yet Joseph Shaw has endured."
"Thatâs not true," Jane Sampson shook her head, earnestly explaining to Oscar Wilson: "Joseph Shaw marrying Jillian Carter might not necessarily be for the Carter family. He himself was supported by Old Sir Carter, who helped him get into the university guard team, so even without marrying Jillian Carter, Old Sir Carter would still support him."
Until now, the attitude of Old Sir Carter and Granny Carter towards Joseph Shaw has been better than towards Jillian Carter.