CEO's Reborn Wife-Chapter 127 - 135: Not Qualified to Cross Me

"President Sampton," James Black began, not with ’dad,’ and his voice was exceptionally cold and hard, "in this world, no one has the right to discipline her over me, her husband, nor is anyone qualified to lay a hand on her. I don’t want to see any handprint on my wife’s face, not even yours."

"So please remember, let this not happen again!"

After these words, the phone call was ended, and only the buzzing sound remained in the mobile phone until it unnerved and conflicted Father Sampton.

The "her" in question was, undoubtedly, Jane Sampson.

Even Jane herself hadn’t expected James to be so protective of her. Just because she had been slapped by her father, he had coldly called Father Sampton to threaten him, putting Father Sampton’s pride on the line.

"James Black," Jane felt a small surge of emotion inside her and reached out to tug at the man who had been nearly exploding with anger a few minutes earlier, "thank you."

"Your thanks are too cheap," James pushed Jane’s hand away.

Jane pouted, stuck her hand back in her pocket, and gently kicked the leg of the tea table, asking in a soft voice, "What about the Black Residence, and grandfather?"

"Since I’ve agreed, it’s useless even if grandfather disagrees." James intended to mock Jane, thinking it was perhaps too late to worry about the Black Family now, but seeing the longing look on Jane’s face, he changed his words, "I will handle the Black Family."

Having said that, James stood up.

Jane quickly retracted her limbs blocking the way, "Are you going back to the team base now?"

It was that sentence again.

James’s brows twitched slightly as he turned his head to glance at Jane, "You wish."

The next second, he added, "I’m staying home tonight."

After he finished speaking, James went into the room. When he came out again a while later, he was holding the family medicine kit. He took his seat in the same spot as before and, with ointment in hand, glanced at Jane and pointed towards the restroom, "Go wash off your makeup, then apply the medicine."

Jane obediently headed straight for the restroom, where she used the makeup remover to clean off the light makeup from her face. As she washed, James waited in the living room, and when she came out, he took out the medicine from the medical box.

"Ouch, be gentle~" Jane wasn’t sure whether James was doing it on purpose, applying the medicine with neither gentleness nor care, making her grimace in pain.

"How’s the injury on your leg?" James eased the pressure of his hand, asking Jane as his gaze followed his words to her foot, "Take the shoes off, let me see."

"It’s better," Jane kicked off her slippers and wiggled her toes.

James’s lips curled into a smile, "It’s the other foot."

The injured person herself didn’t know which foot was hurt, and James couldn’t help but laugh.

Jane paused for a few seconds then gave an embarrassed laugh and kicked off her other slipper, "It really is better. It’s been many days, and every day, following your advice, I’ve been applying medicine. It’s healed quickly."

Though Jane was the butt of the joke and felt slightly awkward, the atmosphere between the two of them had indeed become more relaxed. Honestly, James looked really good when he smiled. His smile wasn’t the kind that showed his emotions at first glance. It was faint, restrained, but it made the oppressive air around him vanish.

"James, you really should smile more," Jane mustered her courage and mumbled.

Because of that one sentence, the smile immediately disappeared from James’s lips.

"I have to deal with you annoying me to death every day, what’s there to laugh about?" James switched to a new tube of medicine and gently applied it to Jane’s swollen lips. He’d been the one who caused it, so he was particularly gentle.