Chapter 807 - 815: Who Looks Better

"Ah! Who’s there!" Jane Sampson quickly ducked back into the entryway, nearly bolting out the door.

"Jane Sampson, get in here!" James Black’s voice suddenly came through, harsh and rigid.

"James Black?" Jane immediately recognized the voice and realized that the man sitting there was indeed wearing a team uniform.

The moment Jane saw it was James, she instinctively smiled, her happiness so palpable she couldn’t hide it. "How come you’re back all of a sudden?"

While asking cheerily, Jane was about to throw herself at James, but...

Halfway there, Jane suddenly stopped in her tracks.

His tone from just now when he called her over replayed in her mind.

Jane took a few steps back.

She wondered to herself if she had done something to anger him today.

Today, she had been quite well-behaved, hadn’t she?

She hadn’t sneaked any snacks.

She hadn’t snuck any potato chips either.

But why did this guy look as if he was particularly angry?

"James Black, did you come back early especially to surprise me?" Jane stood there, hesitating to move any closer, instead she tried to probe, "Were you planning to spend Valentine’s Day with me from the first moment it started?"

"What do you think?" James replied coldly.

Jane felt her heart skip a beat, and a warning light went on.

That was a question laced with a threat.

"Or did you bring me a Valentine’s Day cake?" Jane thought it prudent to prepare for the possibility of spending the night at a hotel under the uncertain circumstances.

"You wish," snorted James.

After saying that, James stood up.

Seeing him move, Jane quickly grabbed her purse and, wearing her slippers, turned to flee.

But Jane was fast, James was faster.

Before she could make it out the main gate, James had already reached out and grabbed her.

With a yank, Jane was forcibly pulled back by James.

"Run for what?" James closed the door with a loud bang.

"I wasn’t trying to run, but you look like you’re about to eat someone—I just got a strong survival instinct," Jane struggled to swallow.

Although she didn’t know precisely why to run, at that moment, Jane’s female intuition told her she had to.

But what to do? She couldn’t outrun him, and she hadn’t made her escape.

Jane bit her lip and approached James cautiously and carefully, lightly poking his chest with her finger, whispering, "Are you unhappy? Why are you unhappy?"

James’s eyes were fixed on Jane’s face, observing her lips reddened with lipstick, hearing her clueless inquiry about his anger.

James’s grip on Jane’s hand tightened slightly.

Why was he angry?

His wife was enjoying the sight of other men—how could he not be angry?

He was more than angry; he was significantly angry.

"Jane Sampson, do those young guys have such good bodies that they captivated you?" After asking, James sneered, "Compared to your man, who do you think looks better?"

???

!!!

Jane’s face showed total shock. What kind of question was that?

"You! You! Definitely you!" Although she didn’t understand the question, she knew without hesitation what to answer to avoid getting dealt with at this time.

"Then you’ll get your fill of looking tonight!" James said, and then he began to undo his buttons.

Jane was taken aback once again.

She quickly grabbed onto James’s clothes, "James Black, we need to talk, we really need to—before carrying out a death sentence, you’ve got to know what the crime is!"