Jas Black, lying beside the bed, suddenly fell silent for a few seconds, then picked up Jane Sampson together with the quilt, hoisting her over his shoulder and out of the bedroom.
As a person being carried away like a sack of potatoes, the position was truly uncomfortable.
Jane Sampson, grinding her teeth in anger, was sowhat relieved when Jas Black quickly placed her on a dining chair. He then yanked the quilt off her and said in a cold voice, "Eat first, then sleep."
Oh for heaven’s sake! Is eating really that important?
Clinging stubbornly to the quilt, Jane felt a surge of anger because she was carried out and, in a voice mirroring Jas Black’s stern tone, blurted out, "Jas Black, I think we must get a divorce!"
Because divorce won’t disrupt sleep!
No sooner had she finished speaking than Jane’s nose suddenly caught a strong scent of braised chicken, so perfectly tid that her stomach let out an embarrassingly loud growl, making her wish she could bury herself in a hole.
What was supposed to be a powerful statent lost all its montum instantly!
Jas Black, for his part, had not expected that dragging her out of bed would result in Jane angrily demanding a divorce. Sitting across from her, his face was stoic, the air around him oppressively tense.
"Don’t look at like that," Jane said, lowering her head, unable to et Jas Black’s gaze. No matter how he glared, she had no intention of taking back her words, nor would she.
Once divorced, she wouldn’t have to live in constant fear of Jas Black discovering what she was hiding from him.
"Jane Sampson, it seems my words from last ti didn’t make it clear to you. Fine, I’ll say it again," Jas Black moved, filled a bowl with soup for Jane with deliberate care, setting it down in front of her with an audible thump.
Jane’s gaze involuntarily followed his fingertips for a few seconds before she slowly raised her head to observe his increasingly dark expression.
"Between you and , divorce is impossible."
Stunned by Jas Black’s words, Jane paused. "That’s not what you said last ti—you clearly didn’t say it was impossible."
n are so fickle, changing their tune just like that. He clearly hadn’t been so certain about divorce the last ti.
Jas Black chuckled noncommittally without responding, considering that Jane was just being emotional, or rather, speaking with the grumpiness of having just woken up, so he wasn’t taking her seriously.
"Jas Black, don’t be so absolute. One of these days, you’re going to be begging for a divorce!" Jane humd defiantly, lowering her head to eat on her own. She couldn’t care less about Jas Black just as much as he was ignoring her.
After eating, the once drowsy person was now full of energy. Jane sat on the sofa holding her mobile phone, deliberately choosing a spot two seats away from Jas Black.
After sitting down, she glanced at Jas Black and then, after a mont’s thought, began to retract one leg onto the sofa. It was at this point that she suddenly noticed Jas Black’s gaze flicking her way, and, feeling guilty as if caught in the act, she quickly placed her foot back on the floor.
Only after hearing Jas Black’s scoff, which was sowhere between a laugh and a sneer, did Jane pout, wondering internally why she was acting so ek.
If he couldn’t stand her lack of decorum, then why not just get a divorce, right?
After this thought, Jane quickly pulled both legs onto the sofa like an old woman, grabbed a backrest, got comfortable, and began happily watching the dramas she hadn’t watched in a while.
Perhaps it’s true that people’s psychology is often masochistic; Jane was terrified when Jas Black reacted, but when he showed no response to her deliberate provocation, she felt a simring frustration.
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