CEO's Reborn Wife Chapter 126 - 134: I Compromise

"What do you an, ’hmm’?" Jane Sampson was startled by Jas Black’s sudden grunt.

"Regarding your decision to beco an actor, I can compromise," Jas Black said, "But there are certain things you need to be clear about."

"Compromise?" Jane Sampson was distinctly surprised by this term.

Jas Black chose to compromise?

He agreed?

Was this his well-considered answer just now?

"Listen carefully, I have my limits," Jas Black tapped on the tea table with his finger, signaling Jane, who seed lost in thought, to listen carefully. "I won’t repeat these words a second ti, so rember them."

"You go first." Jane Sampson’s gaze fell on the back of Jas’s hand, which bore a scar that hadn’t been there last ti in City C. So, had he gotten it while on a mission this ti?

"Kissing scenes, they must use position substitution, and don’t let see another man kissing you," Jas’s voice was cold and stern, and with that, he even snorted, "Bed scenes, use a stand-in, don’t let see another man on top of you. Also, my bottom line regarding your dress is that anything from the shoulders down to the knees should be covered. Don’t let see you in a frontless, backless show, no ultra-short skirts. If you can do this, my compromise is valid. If not, then you’ll obediently return ho and continue with whatever you used to do to pass the ti."

Jane Sampson shifted to the side, just about to suggest that perhaps they should consider divorce since, sotis, when it ca to filming, it really wasn’t up to her. But before she could speak, Jas gave her such a look that she couldn’t utter a word.

"Don’t think that divorce can solve this issue, ha," Jas expressed sharply, "You wish."

Jane Sampson scratched her head and uttered an "oh." Was she so obviously distressed?

"Do you think you’ll be free as a bird once we’re divorced, that you can do whatever you want? With just one call, I can ban you, as easy as flipping my hand," Jas’s words were a threat. "So better remove the word ’divorce’ from your dictionary early on. I don’t like the way you resort to divorce to solve issues."

Jane Sampson tapped her fingers on the sofa, pondered for a mont, and then nodded, "I agree."

Seeing Jane Sampson agree, the oppressive aura around Jas Black seed to dissipate a bit, and his facial expression visibly softened.

"Then we’ll leave the matter at that," Jas withdrew his hand from the tea table and placed it on Jane’s face, his voice tinged with displeasure, "Move closer to , I won’t bite."

Jane Sampson reluctantly scooted over, and after half a day, she had only moved two inches. Jas, apparently unable to stand it any longer, went straight to her and sat down next to her until their thighs were touching.

"Your face..." Jas turned Jane’s face toward him, his voice involuntarily laced with severity, "Who hit you?"

Jas had noticed the mont Jane ca in, even though she had covered it up with makeup, the palm print was still very obvious.

"Who else could it be?" Jane turned her face away, dodging Jas’s hand, "It’s not a big deal."

"Your dad?" Jas could only think of this person. He let out a cold chuckle, then picked up his mobile phone from the tabletop and dialed Father Sampton’s number right in front of Jane.

At ho, Father Sampton, who was still fuming with rage, nearly dropped his phone when he saw the call from Jas Black.

"Hello, Jas Black," Father Sampton worriedly pondered whether Jas was calling to discuss divorcing Jane.