CEO's Reborn Wife-Chapter 1452 - 1460: It’s Already Here

Suddenly, someone couldn’t make it, and although it was a bit of a pity, everyone understood—after all, they were all adults, each with their own homes and jobs. Nobody could guarantee that emergencies wouldn’t arise.

A little past 3 in the afternoon, Rachel Miller left by herself, and Jane Sampson couldn’t deny that after Rachel left, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

It’s good that she left.

If she left, does that mean he gave up on that idea?

James Black called Jane Sampson a little after 6 in the evening.

As soon as Jane picked up the call, she heard James ask, "Rachel Miller was there too? Did he say anything to you?"

"We exchanged a few words, but he left around 3 in the afternoon." Jane didn’t intend to share what Rachel had said to her with James.

There’s no need.

Jane didn’t think James had any obligation to intervene with that family. If she said it, it’d only make James angry as well.

"What time should I come to pick you up?" Hearing that Rachel had already left earlier in the afternoon, James didn’t press further. Whatever he wanted to know could wait until Jane came back.

"We’re eating barbecue now. Let me think...." Jane glanced at her watch and estimated, "You can get here around half past seven or eight o’clock; that should be about right."

"Okay," James replied.

From over there, someone jokingly called out to Jane to try her "legendary barbecue skills," so Jane didn’t chat further with James and hung up the phone, hurrying over.

James arrived at 7:40. Once he was there, he didn’t rush to call Jane and urge her; instead, he sent her a WhatsApp message, telling her to call him when she was ready to leave.

Jane rarely got the chance to hang out with friends, and James could tell from the phone call earlier that Jane was genuinely enjoying herself with these people. So James hoped she could have her fill of fun.

When Jane saw the message, it was already 20 minutes after it had been sent. She was pacing around the living room, trying to digest the food she had overeaten. She had to admit, while the cooking skills of her friend who couldn’t even name her own dishes were unimpressive, her barbecue skills were phenomenal.

Seeing the message, Jane instinctively glanced outside and then replied to him.

We’ve already finished eating; they’re setting up a card game. Seems like Nina Rice had a guest at home who called her back about half an hour ago. Are you already here? – James Black’s wife.

I’ve arrived. I’m parked at the doorway; you’ll see my car if you come out. – Jane Sampson’s Mr.Black.

I’m coming out right now! – James Black’s wife.

Jane put away her phone, turned to the group playing cards, and announced, "The person who’s here to pick me up is already waiting outside. Friends, I’m heading off!"

"Alright!" Oscar Wilson, seated at the card table, didn’t even look up but waved his hand dismissively at Jane. "Take care, goddess! Let’s hang out again next time!"

"Sure! Let’s meet up when everyone’s free!" Jane cheerfully agreed. Aside from the unexpected moment with Rachel, today had, indeed, been a pleasant experience.

Jane tidied up her things, slung her purse over her shoulder, and got ready to leave. Kane Forest glanced towards the doorway, hurriedly grabbed an umbrella, and chased after her.

"Jane Sampson." Kane called out to her and then opened the umbrella, handing it to her. "It’s snowing heavily—use this, or you’ll catch a cold."

"Thank you, Brother Kane!" Jane stuck out her tongue playfully; it was her laziness, really.

"Is your husband here to pick you up?" Kane asked, the question escaping without much thought.

"Yeah, he’s been waiting out there for quite a while already." Jane shook the umbrella in her hand. "Thanks for the umbrella, President Forest. I’ll head off now!"

With those words, Jane raised the umbrella and jogged out. Within moments, she disappeared into the courtyard and from Kane Forest’s line of sight.

Kane watched as her figure gradually vanished, along with the rhythmic sway of her ponytail that followed her steps, and he suddenly felt a hollow emptiness in his chest, as if he’d lost something valuable in an instant.

Her eloquence was undeniable, but why would someone well-versed in business dealings like him fail to find the right approach?

Ultimately, it wasn’t that he couldn’t—it was simply that he couldn’t bear to let her endure even a bit of displeasure.

Not even a spoonful of poorly made food.