CEO's Reborn Wife-Chapter 351 - 359: Very Inappropriate
Why not, tinker with his alarm clock settings?
Jane Sampson thought this plan was feasible.
James Black was in the bathroom, so his phone was most likely on the bedhead cabinet.
Jane Sampson immediately sprinted toward the bedroom and, sure enough, saw James Black’s black mobile phone on the bedhead cabinet, her eyes gleaming like a hungry wolf.
As the request for a password flashed on the bright mobile phone screen, Jane recalled what James had mentioned in the car this afternoon and entered the numbers with a hint of disbelief.
Password correct!
Unlock successful, the screen stayed on the main page, leaving Jane Sampson slack-jawed.
Did he really use that number?
Did he actually use those six numbers, so full of significance, as his mobile phone unlock password?
The key question was, why would he set a password only to tell her what it was for?
To bet on her not having the guts to try it again?
Indeed, hmph, he underestimated her.
Jane Sampson went straight to the alarm clock, feeling rather clever for having thought of such a shrewd move, changing his alarm time so he wouldn’t wake up tomorrow morning.
However, when she opened the alarm clock feature, Jane Sampson was taken aback.
James Black’s alarm clock had never been used.
From the moment he bought the phone until now, the alarm clock feature was probably one of the few untouched territories on his phone.
Jane Sampson bit her teeth in frustration and angrily threw James Black’s phone onto the soft pillow, "This is driving me mad!"
People who’ve spent years in the guard team develop their own super abnormal biological clock, waking up automatically around 5:30 every morning without fail!
This was infuriating!
Jane Sampson lay face down on the quilt, once again experiencing what it was like to be slapped in the face by the despair in the air.
When James Black emerged from the bathroom, he discovered that Jane Sampson had moved from the sofa in the living room to become a ’corpse’ sprawled on the bed, with her legs suspended off the edge of the bed, kicking them a couple of times.
"Go take a bath," James Black walked over, picked her up from the bed, and mockingly added, "Pretending to be dead seems a bit premature at this hour."
Jane Sampson was on the verge of tears, her little hand tugging at James Black’s sleeve, feigning a sob, "James Black, you’re just not nice anymore."
James Black carried her to the bathroom before he went to fetch a change of clothes, a bath towel, pajamas, and even her underpants.
Jane Sampson, seeing the small piece of clothing on top of the stack in James Black’s hand, dropped the act, bared her teeth, snatched them away, and blurted out an insult, "Old rascal!"
She slammed the clothes onto the shelf and was about to push the still stationary James Black, staring at him, "Why are you still here? What, want to watch me take a bath?"
James Black, after seriously considering for a few seconds, nodded, "That wouldn’t be a problem."
Jane Sampson stood there, her face slowly turning red.
Since when did James Black start to play the rogue so seriously?
"Get out of here, you old rascal!" Jane Sampson yelled, about to jump with rage, her face as red as a boiled shrimp.
James Black let out a light chuckle and turned to walk away.
However, after taking a few steps, he stopped and turned back.
"Jane Sampson," he said, using her name and surname included to address the person glaring at him, "Let’s be reasonable; a rogue is a rogue, a pervert is a pervert, why add the word ’old’? Your adjective doesn’t fit."
Jane Sampson’s little chest heaved with anger. She smiled, slowly raised her left hand to point towards the doorway of the bathroom, then said with a smile, "Hurry up, get out."
