Chapter 791 - 799: Always Liked Me

Every word from James Black was not exactly gentle, but still, Jane Sampson couldn’t help shedding tears.

"Then, can you like me forever, like me for a very long time, and only stop liking me when I’m dead?" Jane Sampson asked softly through her sobs, "Won’t you like me for a while and then stop liking me? James Black, I’m afraid, I’m scared that one day, you’ll suddenly stop liking me."

"No," James Black replied with certainty.

"When I was a child, daddy and mommy both liked me a lot, but their affection was only temporary. When Julie Sampton came back, they stopped liking me, and my grandparents also really liked me before, but when Julie came back, she stole their affection too. When I was in school, the teacher said that our parents, our relatives, are the people in this world who will always like us, but for many years, I couldn’t understand why my daddy and mommy couldn’t be like that. Why did my daddy and mommy, my family, one day, suddenly become someone else’s daddy and mommy?"

Jane Sampson sobbed quietly, "James Black, I will be very greedy. If you like me, you have to like me forever and ever."

"And, you can only like me," Jane Sampson continued through her tears.

Without hearing an answer from James Black, Jane Sampson’s crying gradually ceased. When she spoke again, her voice carried a hint of grievance, "Otherwise, it’s okay if you like me just for a while, the kind that lasts a bit longer. But when the day comes that you no longer like me, you have to tell me, okay? I won’t cling to you, I won’t make you hate me."

In a room without light, on a summer night where stars and moon could not be found, the dimly lit room saw Jane Sampson sitting in the bed, unable to suppress the emotions welling up from within.

All her vulnerabilities, at that moment, in front of him, were being laid bare, little by little, by herself.

It wasn’t for the want of continuing to hide them, but his simple affirmation tore down all her defenses in an instant.

He said yes.

Yes, he could like only her, Jane Sampson.

James Black said he could like only the person that is Jane Sampson.

In that moment, in Jane Sampson’s heart, there was only that one sentence.

In her ears, was the sound of Jane Sampson’s crying, low, clearly trying to muffle it.

The room was too dark for James Black to see her tears, yet he could feel them falling, drop by drop, as if they were landing on his chest.

After a long time, James Black sighed silently.

"Jane Sampson, no crying," James Black said.

"I’m not crying," Jane Sampson replied with a tearful voice, even as she reached to wipe the tears from the corner of her eyes.

She was as dishonest as ever.

James Black said gently, "Jane Sampson, come over for a hug."

After waiting a few seconds and seeing no movement from Jane Sampson, James Black spoke again, "Jane Sampson, I can’t come to hug you, so I’m going to count to three, and you have to come into my arms by yourself."

"One..."

"Two..."

Before he could say three, a soft, delicate woman had already hugged him from behind.

Her hands tightly encircled his waist from behind, her face rested against his back, her shoulders quivering intermittently.

With just a turn of his head, he could smell the fragrance of her hair.

James Black thought, next time, perhaps he could give her perfume.

He liked the idea of her being surrounded by things he gave her, including her scent.