Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime-Chapter 973: Love You Till Death Do Us Part_1

The next day was the traditional day for returning home on the third day after the wedding.

Alexander Summers didn’t believe the Presidential Palace was Purple Summers’s real maternal home, but since they had used the president’s name for the wedding, they had to visit on the return day.

The couple first saw their friends off to the airport, then drove to the Presidential Palace.

Jane McCain watched as the two left together, filled with envy, feeling that Purple was very lucky to end up with the one she loved.

Zara Jameson patted her shoulder, "You’re next in line to get married!"

With a giggle, Jane McCain said, "Then you’ll be the last one, won’t you?"

"My parents don’t approve of me marrying too early," Zara laughed with a sigh, "It probably has to do with my brother’s situation; they hope I’ll thoroughly understand my other half before talking about marriage."

Henry Jameson’s marriage had become a joke, casting a shadow over the Jameson family, making Mr. and Mrs. Jameson extra cautious about their children’s marriages.

On the contrary, Jane McCain’s parents didn’t interfere with her marital affairs at all. When Jane McCain had a flash marriage overseas, her mother merely asked, "Have you thought it through?"

Jane McCain believed she had.

She’d fallen in love, convinced that this man was her true love; every trait of his hit the bullseye, she liked everything about him and found everything agreeable.

But lately, she’d become increasingly uncertain...

With a heavy heart, Jane McCain boarded the plane.

After a flight of over two hours, the group returned to Clearwater City and went their separate ways at the airport.

Upon turning on her phone that had been off for a long time, Jane McCain saw a flood of unread messages and missed calls, which somewhat dissipated her low spirits.

...He still had her in his heart.

Jane McCain smiled sweetly.

Out of the blue, Zara Jameson peeked over and caught a glimpse, "Wow, such mushy love talk!"

"Stop it, don’t peek!" Jane McCain covered her phone.

Zara Jameson couldn’t help but giggle, "Look at you, stop playing hard to get. You turned off your phone for a whole day, and he was worried sick for you all day, think about it, it’s quite pitiful. Go buy him a gift as a consolation."

Jane McCain pouted, "It’s his own fault for not coming to the wedding. Would I have turned off my phone if he had come?"

Zara Jameson said, "Yes, yes, whatever you say is right, it’s all his fault."

"Right! It’s all his fault!" Jane McCain retorted assertively, then her tone changed unnaturally, "But... it was also wrong of me to turn off my phone, so, um... it cancels out, I guess. Coming back from Kingsley this time, I should bring him a gift..."

"Give him this," Zara Jameson took out a paper rose from her bag and handed it to her, "It’s from the wedding, quite interesting."

Jane McCain accepted it with delight.

On the way back, Jane McCain’s husband called her.

This time, Jane McCain didn’t lose her temper and cheerfully answered the phone.

"...Yes, I’m back, just got off the plane." Jane McCain fiddled with the banknotes rose in her hand, her eyes and brows curved with a smile, "I brought you a little surprise, guess what it is."

The man’s voice was filled with joy, "What a coincidence, I’ve also prepared a surprise for you, guess what?"

"I have no idea, just tell me," Jane McCain cooed.

The man on the phone laughed softly, his voice warm and gentle, "Janie, come and see, and you’ll know."

Jane McCain sweetly responded with a "Okay".

The taxi sped along, and outside the window, the sun shone brightly with the city bustling and lively.

Jane McCain watched the scenery through the window, her mood gradually lifting.

...

About an hour later, the taxi came to a stop in front of a high-end apartment building.

This was the marriage house that Jane McCain and her husband bought together; at the time, they were abroad and her mother handled all the procedures.

Jane McCain rang the doorbell. When no one opened the door, she used her key to unlock it.

As soon as she entered, she smelled the aroma of food. After changing shoes, Jane McCain went straight to the dining room and saw indeed a table full of sumptuous dishes. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Jane McCain couldn’t help but smile.

There was also a cake on the side with the words: Janie, love you to death.

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