CEO's Reborn Wife-Chapter 341 - 349: The More You Look, The More Pleasing It Becomes
The phone rang just as James Black was reluctantly eyeing the vegetables on the table with a pair of chopsticks, already lacking appetite, and wishing it were Jane Sampson’s cooking instead.
The mobile phone screen lit up along with the ringtone, and he glanced at the caller, it was Peter Gingery. He answered slowly and leisurely.
"What’s up?" His tone was unfriendly, even somewhat aggressive.
This instantly subdued the excitement in Peter Gingery, who couldn’t help but cower a bit.
Yikes? What’s with this mood? That’s not right, is it?
Could it be because Jane Sampson changed her nickname and it set him off? Did he think Jane was being too showy?
Peter Gingery thought for a moment and decided it was best not to bring it up. What if his guess was right? Wouldn’t that be stepping on a landmine?
"Nothing, nothing, I just dialed the wrong number by accident." Peter Gingery chuckled three times, "I meant to call Jane, but somehow ended up calling you by mistake."
"She’s too busy to answer your calls; it would be a waste of effort," James Black sneered and hastily hung up before tossing the phone back on the desktop.
At this moment, even if God had been calling Jane Sampson, she likely wouldn’t have had the time to answer. It was not easy to come across James Carter, and she was already sitting and eating with him. She must be sitting right next to James Carter, smiling like a fool.
James Black’s fingers tapped gently on the tabletop, his mood growing impatient. Looking at the still-lit phone screen beside him, he glanced at the time displayed on it.
Hmm, there’s only 15 minutes left until one o’clock.
James Black thought that in order not to seem unreasonable, he should send her a message to give her a heads-up.
Picking up the mobile phone again, he opened WhatsAPP and sent a message straight to Jane Sampson.
minutes left until one o’clock — Jane Sampson’s Mr. Black.
A minute after sending it, and without getting a reply from Jane Sampson, James Black sent another message.
If I don’t see you at the doorway at one o’clock, don’t wait — Jane Sampson’s Mr. Black.
After sending the message without any reaction from the other side, James Black guessed that Jane Sampson was probably too happy to even think about her phone.
He toyed with the phone in his palm, spinning it around like a toy. After the phone had spun several times and stopped, he then clicked on Jane Sampson’s avatar, intending to scroll through her Moments in WhatsAPP to pass the time by looking at her previous posts.
His gaze absentmindedly slid over Jane Sampson’s WhatsAPP homepage. His fingertip was about to settle on her album when it suddenly paused.
Under the three words "wife" that he had used to rename her in his contacts, there were two lines of small print.
The first line was the WhatsAPP ID.
The second line was the nickname.
James Black’s eyes fixed on Jane Sampson’s nickname, his eyes flicked, as if even his heartbeat had been captivated.
She changed her nickname!
It had gone from the previous "James Carter’s Mrs. Carter" to...
To — James Black’s Mrs. Black.
James Black thought that these six words must be the most pleasing six words in the world to him.
He unconsciously curled the corner of his mouth, clearly charmed. The impatience he felt while waiting for her instantly drained away.
"Not bad, realizing your mistake." James Black reclined against the chair’s backrest, his mood brightened as he comfortably observed those few words on the screen.
James Black’s Mrs. Black.
It was indeed a realization worth praising.
The phone screen went dark again as James Black remained motionless, but he quickly tapped the screen, doing nothing in particular, and just stared at it.
The longer he looked, the more content he felt, the more it pleased him.
After several minutes, with less than five minutes left before one o’clock, James Black thought it over and decided to send Jane Sampson another new message.
One-thirty, don’t wait if you’re late — Jane Sampson’s Mr. Black.
