Suppressing a smile at the corner of her lips, Jane Sampson went back to WhatsApp and immediately sent him a message.
It's very late now, I'm going to rest, good night! —— James Black's wife.
To the person who was waiting for Jane Sampson's reply and quickly opened the message to read it, his expression darkened like ink after seeing the message.
Really...
It was always the case, either she wasn't angry at him, or she was preparing to be.
She couldn't be hit or scolded; she was his wife, after all, and all he could do was indulge her.
That night, Jane Sampson even dreamed about James Black, not because she missed him too much, but because she dreamed that James, with a black face, turned into a tiger glaring at her. She poked at his black face, and then he opened his mouth big and swallowed her up.
Then, Jane Sampson woke up frightened.
Upon opening her eyes, she saw it was just past five o'clock.
