He found that tie while packing things for her.
The style was the sa as the dress she was going to wear tomorrow night. It should be designed as a couple’s edition. Although Jane Sampson didn’t ntion it at that ti, Jas Black took it out himself and put it together with her dress, packing them into the suitcase together.
"Oscar Wilson said there will be many girls tomorrow," Jane Sampson looked deeply at Jas Black’s face.
So when she saw that tie today, she didn’t hesitate to buy it together.
She had to tell everyone that this handso man was hers, Jane Sampson’s.
Jas Black glanced at Jane Sampson and saw her staring at him intently. He directly wrapped an arm around her waist and turned her over, making her lie on her back.
"This way it’s not tiring to look," Jas Black said, "If you want to look, do it openly and honestly, no need to sneak around."
Jane Sampson imdiately closed her eyes tightly, "Who’s looking at you? Seeing you every day, I’m already tired of it."
This was what Brooke Black said to her today. Jane Sampson, without much thought, blurted it out.
"Is that so? Tired of it?" Jas Black retorted with a laugh.
"Yes!" Jane Sampson responded loudly.
"Then you’ll have to endure for the rest of your life. Getting tired so early, you’re bound to be bored to death in the future."
Jane Sampson: "..."
A sharp-tongued person can always leave soone speechless.
Jane Sampson glared at Jas Black angrily, "Well, you’re lucky. I’m so beautiful, you’ll probably never tire of looking at for a lifeti."
After saying that, feeling a bit embarrassed, she turned back over to avoid looking at Jas Black.
Jas Black wasn’t angry; instead, he laughed.
He pressed against Jane Sampson’s back, kissed behind her ear. His voice was low and husky but incredibly enticing.
"Yes, a lifeti won’t be enough," he said.
With that, his kiss fell lightly on the back of her neck, then slowly moved down...
In the end, thirteen thousand steps weren’t Jane Sampson’s biggest activity today.
Tangling with soone she shouldn’t have, Jane Sampson’s pre-sleep exercise truly left her exhausted to the point of collapse.
Before falling asleep in Jas Black’s arms, one sentence lingered in Jane Sampson’s mind.
n at thirty are like a blooming flower.
Yes, can’t be picked, can’t be picked.
It’s deadly.
Oscar Wilson returned a day earlier than Jane Sampson, so knowing their arrival ti, he volunteered to be their pickup chauffeur.
After eting them, Oscar Wilson and Jane Sampson walked a couple of steps ahead, chatting, while Jas Black pushed the suitcase behind them.
The relationship between Oscar Wilson and Jane Sampson wasn’t as close as that between Jane Sampson and Peter Gingery, so the two kept a proper distance while talking, unlike the intimate bond with Peter Gingery who would hold Jane Sampson’s arm closely.
"I heard so explosive news this ti. Joseph Shaw had a fight with Jillian Carter. It seems they’ve been quarreling for several days," Oscar Wilson’s eyes glead with gossip, "Joseph Shaw married Jillian, most likely for the Carter Family behind her, so after their marriage, Jillian has been difficult, yet Joseph Shaw has endured."
"That’s not true," Jane Sampson shook her head, earnestly explaining to Oscar Wilson: "Joseph Shaw marrying Jillian Carter might not necessarily be for the Carter family. He himself was supported by Old Sir Carter, who helped him get into the university guard team, so even without marrying Jillian Carter, Old Sir Carter would still support him."
Until now, the attitude of Old Sir Carter and Granny Carter towards Joseph Shaw has been better than towards Jillian Carter.
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