CEO's Reborn Wife-Chapter 283 - 291: You Want to Die

Among all these lipsticks, many are still unopened.

James Black put the lid back on the box and turned to grab Jane Sampson’s purse.

Her favorite eye color should be the one she carries with her for regular use, she just returned from the small town, so the one she brought to the town must be her favorite.

And indeed, James Black found a lipstick in Jane Sampson’s purse that she carried with her, which had been used quite a bit; it was the one widely known as the prosperity color.

James Black sent the lipstick brand and shade number to Alexander Forest, and just then saw that Alexander had sent him a message.

— Wow, I just realized Jane Sampson is so beautiful even bare-faced, her skin is flawless, so white and tender, as beautiful as a university student just entering university.

James Black’s face darkened, his phone moved, and he sent a sentence back.

— Do you want to die?

— ...No, pretend I didn’t say anything. Can’t even give compliments, tsk tsk tsk.

Alexander Forest put his phone back into his pocket and muttered to himself, just based on Jane Sampson’s looks, James Black must have married her for decoration in the past, to make the house look good.

The person from JK promptly replied to Alexander, mentioning it would take about a week to make and also asking if Alexander wanted to engrave any words on the lipstick case.

After some thought, Alexander replied with two words to the representative from JK — "James Jane."

Then he explained, as a gift I’m having custom made for my good brother, for his madam. James is my brother’s name, and Jane contains a word from his madam’s name.

— They must be a very affectionate couple, and Mister James’s madam is very beautiful.

Reading this, Alexander mused to himself, there was no doubt about Jane Sampson being beautiful, but as for whether the husband and wife were affectionate, that was something to be further scrutinized.

Let alone affectionate, it’s another matter altogether whether there’s any love at all.

Who knows what medicine James Black took today that suddenly made him think of sending Jane Sampson a lipstick.

After leaving James Black’s phone number with the person in charge at JK, Alexander decided not to worry about this anymore. Being a single dog, he chose to continue his night back in the private room, finding a beautiful girl to share wine with and sing songs, enjoying the enchanting night.

Because she injured her hand, Jane Sampson had only taken a shower and came out, sitting in the bedroom with her mouth pouting, feeling irritable, occasionally scratching her head with her left hand, unhappy.

When James Black entered the bedroom again, he saw Jane Sampson in that state.

"Get in there, I’ll help you wash." Without needing to ask, James Black knew what was bothering Jane Sampson.

The small town had a lot of wind and sand, and she probably felt uncomfortable with itchy scalp after coming back without washing her hair.

But with her right hand injured, she couldn’t wash her hair by herself.

"Why didn’t you call me just now?" James Black walked over and pulled Jane Sampson, who was sitting there, to her feet. "You wait here for me, I’m going to get a chair and a basin."

After giving her instructions, James Black left the bedroom to get two chairs and a rather large basin.

One chair was for Jane Sampson to sit on, and the other was to hold the basin.

James Black turned on the shower, collecting the water in the basin, and once it was filled, he had Jane Sampson lean her head over it.

"Is the water too cold or too hot?" As people’s hands and heads can tolerate slightly different water temperatures, and knowing his hands were rough compared to Jane Sampson’s delicate skin, even though he had already tested the temperature with his own hands, he still asked Jane Sampson.

"Just right." Jane Sampson chuckled, "When I was very little, my grandma used to wash my head like this."

"Mmm, I know." James Black responded, especially in winter, Granny Sampton used to wash Jane Sampson’s hair in the courtyard, and sometimes he would see them as he passed by the Sampton family home.