Chapter 673 - 681: But I’ve Grown Old

I’m not listening, the turtle’s chanting scriptures.

Jane Sampson glanced at the extra chicken wing in her bowl, thought for a moment, and took a bite, fearing that James Black might get annoyed and put it back.

At this time, the waiter brought the grilled lamb skewers over, and Jane Sampson, catching the scent of the meat, sneakily looked up, then stretched out her paw slowly and snatched a skewer with quick movements.

Just as she was about to bite down, James Black suddenly said, "Be careful, it’s hot."

Jane Sampson then stopped her action, puffed out her cheeks and blew on it, then probing with the tip of her tongue, she unconsciously said, "It’s not hot anymore."

Then she took a big bite.

James Black just sat there watching Jane Sampson eat the meat, and after she had finished a skewer, he spoke again, "Regarding what I said earlier, if you don’t answer, I’ll take it as your agreement."

"Agreement to what?" Jane Sampson asked, puzzled.

"Agreement that we’ve reached a consensus on having a child," James Black passed another skewer of meat to Jane Sampson, "when you come back from Smytheton, we can include having a child in our plans for this year."

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Jane Sampson was stunned, "When did I ever agree with you on this? How come I don’t know about it?"

"When you were quiet just now," James Black stuffed the skewer of lamb into Jane Sampson’s hand, "eat it while it’s hot, it’ll get gamey when it’s cold."

"No, James Black, this is a huge misunderstanding!" Jane Sampson didn’t even want the skewer anymore, flailing her hands wildly, "No child! You wish!"

"What, you want to have children for someone else?" James Black sneered, "I think you are the one dreaming."

"I was just talking nonsense earlier! Nonsense!" Jane Sampson felt she had to set things straight, "Who else could I bear children for? I am your wife, can I bear them for someone else? That’s obviously impossible, right?"

"Heh, good realization," James Black praised Jane Sampson, but his tone didn’t really contain much praise, "We have been married for a few years now, it’s indeed time to have children."

"How can it be? We’re still young, waiting another two or three years isn’t a problem!" Jane Sampson grinned with her teeth, eyes wide and batting at James Black across the table.

"You may be young, but I’m getting old," James Black responded with an air of nonchalance.

What does it mean to shoot oneself in the foot!

This is it!

This is it, oh!

Jane Sampson wanted to cry but had no tears, regretting boasting on the phone with Bright Sampton earlier; she cursed her own blabbermouth!

From now on, she’d rather die than mention the word ’old’ again!

Not even in her dreams!

She was nearly suffocated by the psychological shadow cast by James Black’s offhanded remarks.

"I don’t want to wait until I’m older, to walk my beloved daughter outside and have others say she is my granddaughter," James Black methodically filled a bowl of soup for Jane Sampson, "Eat more, you’re too thin now, it’s not good for childbearing."

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Jane Sampson was quiet for three seconds, then she immediately admitted her mistake.

"James Black, I was wrong," Jane Sampson said with a pained face, speaking without pausing for breath, "You’re handsome and suave, young and successful, you’re charming and look better than Pan An, capable in both literature and martial arts, flexible and yielding, you have the belly of a prime minister that can carry a boat, you’re magnanimous and generous."

A string of praises spewed from Jane Sampson’s mouth as if they cost nothing, causing the little brother waiter who was serving the dishes to come in shaking with laughter, and leave the same way.