After asking her question, Jane Sampson just laughed with the lipstick in her hands, because she knew what Jas Black would answer the next second.
"In your dreams!"
"Yes."
Hearing Jas Black’s voice, Jane continued to laugh. While she slipped under the quilt next to Jas, she teased him, "I knew you would say those three words. I said them for you. You’re really no fun."
Jas’s eyebrows knitted slightly, "Jane Sampson, those three words were spoken by you."
His tone was slightly displeased. What he had just said was clearly one word.
Yes.
Indeed, the phrase "in your dreams" had lingered on the tip of his lips for several seconds, but just before he was about to speak, the image of a husband and wife he had seen at the auction event that evening suddenly appeared in his mind. So, he forcefully suppressed those three words and replaced them with another answer.
An answer that made him feel sowhat feverish in the brain.
"Then what did you just say?" Jane asked as she poked her head out from the quilt. "I just heard you speak."
"I said ’yes,’" Jas repeated earnestly. "You just asked if I liked you, and I told you, yes."
Jas saw clearly that Jane froze on the spot, dumbstruck.
A few seconds later, she quickly pulled up the quilt, covering her entire self again, burying her face inside the quilt.
"Jane Sampson, you can hear ," Jas spoke seriously.
"I’m not deaf, I can hear. I just think your joke isn’t funny," Jane’s voice muffled from inside the quilt. "I didn’t take a lunch break, and I’m really tired now. I want to sleep. Don’t bother ."
Jas’s hand couldn’t exert any strength right now, so he couldn’t pull the person burrowed into the quilt out.
However, Jane’s reaction wasn’t quite what he had expected.
She thought he was joking with her.
But in reality, Jas did not consider himself soone who enjoyed making jokes with others. In fact, he didn’t even think he possessed a sense of humor.
Whether or not his answer was a joke, Jas knew in his heart.
One word, yes, felt like it should have weighed thousands of pounds before he spoke it.
But after saying it, Jas again felt, it was no big deal.
"Jane Sampson, what are you hiding from?" Jas asked, perplexed. "You are my wife, Jane Black. If I don’t like you, then who do you expect to like?"
"Then it’s the role of being your wife that you like," Jane retorted.
"Isn’t that you?" Jas countered.
"Who knows, it might not be one day, it could change to soone else," Jane said. "Perhaps, it could be Arthur Martin, John Lee, or Fifth King. It’s all possible."
"In your dreams," this ti Jas couldn’t hold back and finally spoke those three words. "I’ve said before, the two of us cannot possibly divorce."
Jas had thought Jane would talk back, but instead, she was unusually quiet.
Instead, she stretched out a small, fair hand and clicked off the electric light in the room, clearly not wanting to continue the conversation. This was the first ti Jas felt an emotion called frustration in his heart because of matters of affection.
"Jane Sampson," Jas spoke out in the night, calling her na.
However, Jane didn’t answer him.
Jas waited for a short while but felt no movent from Jane. It seed she had already fallen asleep.
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