"Don't split hairs with me," James Black stopped Jane Sampson in her tracks, "If you're complaining that I never celebrated Valentine's Day with you before, then fine. Starting from the year we made our marriage contract, I'll make up for all the gifts I never gave you on this year's Valentine's Day."
"..." Why did he take it as her complaining about not having celebrated a single Valentine's Day with her?
Wasn't the point that she didn't want to celebrate this Valentine's Day?
Compensating from the time the marriage contract was made would be overkill, wouldn't it?
Ten plus years of gifts, more than ten gifts, so many she probably wouldn't even bother unwrapping them.
"No thanks! I don't celebrate this holiday anyway!" Jane Sampson huffed.
Her way upstairs was blocked by James Black, so Jane Sampson turned around and ran toward the living room.
