She threw a tantrum and played up so hard, hoping he couldn't take it anymore and would suggest divorce himself!
James Black glanced indifferently at the woman, still trapped in the quilt and proud as ever, then turned and went into the bathroom, and soon, the entire room was filled with nothing but the sound of running water from the bath.
Jane Sampson struggled mightily to escape the quilt, and once she flung it off, she was drenched in sweat, her face as red as if she had just finished a workout.
She lay down again, propped her head up with one hand, and languished on her side like a Honored Princess Consort, her gaze fixed on the frosted glass bathroom door, with the image of James Black taking a bath uncontrollably popping into her mind.
