"You're annoying!" Jane Sampson lay back down and switched to lying on her stomach, burying her face into the backrest, "Forget it, let's just not do Valentine's Day this year! Who cares about spending a lifetime with you going through these chaotic holidays anyway, who knows when I might just change..."
"Change what?" James Black cut off Jane Sampson's words with a single sentence.
His voice was cold and stern, chilling Jane Sampson to the point that she couldn't utter another half word.
Who knows when she might just change husbands.
That was something Jane Sampson simply didn't have the guts to say out loud.
Though James Black's hands were injured, like he said, one leg was still more than enough to deal with someone.
"Changed my mind." Jane Sampson pouted and forced herself to change what she was about to say, "Who knows, maybe one day I'll have a different attitude? When I get old. I'll surely be too impatient for such holidays."
