CEO's Reborn Wife-Chapter 224 - 232: Coming Up
"Don’t wait, absolutely do not wait!" Jane Sampson shook her small head like a rattle drum; there was no telling how long the wait might be—more than an hour.
And the waiting area didn’t even have an air conditioner. Standing in the long queue under the hot sun, with that much time, she could have climbed it herself. James Black took Jane’s hand after renting shoe covers and headed towards the path for mountain climbing by foot. Jane originally thought that a desert capable of supporting camels couldn’t be very high.
But!
Later, when Jane stood at the foot of the mountain, her hand held by James Black, looking up dumbfounded at the tall desert mountain, she finally understood!
Earlier, when she was a seasoned homebody, she was!
Still!
Too naïve!
The path upwards indeed had ropes turned into ladders, but to describe it from Jane’s perspective, it looked almost indistinguishable from vertical.
Besides the rope ladders, there seemed to be no path in sight.
Jane Sampson stood at the foot of the mountain, looking up at the people ascending the rope ladder, resembling ants climbing an elephant’s leg.
"Going up?" James Black, seeing that Jane Sampson wasn’t moving and thinking she regretted it, said, "From the peak, you can see the whole view of Tooth Spring and even ride the desert motorcycles."
"Let’s go! Having come all this way, what was the point if I don’t go?" Jane gritted her teeth and agreed.
She was the one who insisted on coming here. Having come this far, if she backed out now, James Black probably would look down on her, right?
She, well.
Still cared about her face.
What if she encountered this situation again and James Black refuses to let her leave the house at all?
In life, when you need to face difficulties head-on, you have to be prepared to risk it all.
Up!
Jane Sampson psyched herself up and then took to the path up the mountain.
For the first half hour, Jane could say she walked quite briskly.
But after reaching the halfway point, Jane began to struggle and gradually understood why James Black told her to wear sunglasses and a mask, and wrap a scarf around her.
Everyone climbing the mountain or passing by her on their way down was complaining about the strong wind and the heavy sand. Sand hitting their faces felt painful; some with tender skin even had redness, and it felt uncomfortable as if sand was pouring into their ears.
Those who didn’t wear masks were afraid to even open their mouths to speak; once they reached the peak, opening their mouths meant getting a mouthful of sand, and those without scarves ended up taking sand back down in their hair.
If it hadn’t been for these complaints, Jane Sampson might not have realized that her current outfit had nothing to do with James Black’s aesthetics. In his eyes, this was probably just the equipment for climbing a mountain.
And James Black, not one to articulate every action with words, showed Jane with his actions, little by little, what it means to be considerate in the finest detail.
He didn’t say anything; if she couldn’t discover it herself, she might never realize what he had done for her, what he had prepared for her.
The entire desert was made of fine sand; climbing the mountain relied only on this single ladder, which could only accommodate one person per step. Jane Sampson was ahead, with James Black walking behind her.
Whenever Jane stopped to rest, the people behind would also stop, and after two or three minutes, those at the bottom would start complaining about why the people above weren’t moving. There were even some people without manners who began to push the people in front of them, which was undoubtedly a dangerous action.
"Jane Sampson." James Black called out to the person in front, and when Jane turned around to look at him, he crouched down and said, "Get on."
