CEO's Reborn Wife-Chapter 421 - 429: Be a Little More Obedient
But the woman’s sixth intuition told Jane Sampson that she shouldn’t ask, at least not now.
"Go back to the room and take a lunch break." James Black saw the dark circles under Jane’s eyes, and her face still bore traces of fatigue, so he took the script from her hand and carried her directly back to the bedroom.
Jane obediently lounged in James Black’s arms, waiting until he had placed her on the bed, then she asked, "James, when are you going to stop this habit of picking people up all the time?"
Before her rebirth, Jane remembered that James had only held her once, and that was on their wedding day when, according to tradition, the bride must not touch the ground as she leaves her family home. She, dressed in her wedding gown, was carried out of the Sampton Family home and into the marriage car by James, who was in his team uniform.
After that, Jane seldom interacted so carelessly with James. Although she married him and sought to be a qualified wife, a qualified team sister-in-law, the time they privately spent together was mostly very quiet.
He wouldn’t talk, and she had nothing to say; he would read in the study while she spent her time in the bedroom.
Being hugged and held by James was indeed a rare feeling, but within that rarity, there was another emotion seeping through.
It was strange, unclear, and indescribable.
Not disliked, and even, faintly liked and relied upon.
Seeing James about to speak, Jane preempted him hastily, "Forget it, forget it, if you don’t change, you don’t change. Pretend I never mentioned it."
After speaking, Jane buried her blushing face in James’s chest. Wasn’t her quick response a bit too obvious? Clutching his arm, her voice came muffled from his embrace, "If you don’t change, it’s actually perfect for me since I can be too lazy to walk."
It’s not that she couldn’t part with his embrace!
After James hesitated to speak, he said nothing at all, placed her on the soft bed, then lay down himself, adjusted his position slightly, and gathered his young wife into his arms.
Not having rested well last night, Jane truly felt sleepy all afternoon, but because she had been keeping an eye on James’s movements, she had been holding off going back to the bedroom to rest.
Now, lying on the bed and held by him, Jane didn’t resist the urge to sleep and soon drifted off in his arms.
After falling asleep, Jane wasn’t aware of James’s gaze, which remained on her face.
"Jane?" Although he could tell by her breathing that she was asleep, James still couldn’t help but softly call her name.
In the presence of the sleeping her, his call was no longer the three words "Jane Sampton." Uncontrollably, he spoke, it was just "Jane."
Without the formality of her surname, the endearment sounded far more intimate.
The sleeping person naturally wouldn’t answer him or hear this gentle call of his in her lifetime. The next second, however, his endearment changed suddenly.
"Wife, you need to behave." This sentence from James sounded like a soft sigh of exasperation.
It seemed that every day there would be once or twice when she got terribly upset, yet most of the time, the one pushed to the limit with anger was invariably him.
Every day, if she didn’t infuriate him once or twice, she wouldn’t seem content to settle down peacefully.
A man with a fiery temper, who, because of her, was pressingly restraining his own nature, James thought, in this lifetime, in this world, there probably wouldn’t be a second person who could make him go so far.
Of course, at this time James couldn’t foresee that such a declaration was too absolute—years later, someone would still end up in Jane Sampson’s arms, slapping his face with a loud smack.
