Chapter 813 - 821: Are You Jealous?

Jane Sampson pretended to be deaf and ignored him, stealthily pulling out her mobile phone from under the pillow to check the time.

It was already 10 p.m. when she got home, and after teasing James Black for a bit and taking a bath, it was now almost twelve o’clock.

She was waiting for the very second when it would turn midnight.

"Are you asleep?" When he didn’t hear Jane speak, James Black asked.

"No." Jane swiftly stuffed the mobile phone back under the pillow, then flipped over to face James, looking at him with a gleeful smile. Suddenly, thinking of something, that smile twisted into a sly grin.

As soon as James met Jane’s expression, he frowned slightly.

The next second, James heard Jane begin to question him.

"James, did you come back so irritated because Mair Williams said that I was ogling your subordinate while recording the show, that you wanted me to have a good look at your body? Are you jealous because I looked at another man’s body, and that’s why you’re not pleased, specifically vexed?"

After finishing, the whole person laughed like a little fox, "James, just how much do you like me?"

After asking, she tugged at the corner of his clothes with her small hand, urging him to answer.

Seeing James turn his head away and ignore her, Jane continued to laugh, and the laughter seemed to grow even happier.

"James, do you really, really like me that much?" Jane persisted with her questioning.

It was at this moment that James snorted coldly, "You wish."

Jane, far from being unhappy with the response, excitedly rolled around next to James, flipping over from left to right, her entire demeanor filled with jealous excitement and jubilation.

What a fuss.

James thought to himself that not even the Monkey King was as capable of causing trouble as this "Monkey King of Sampton."

However, James couldn’t help but turn to look at the highly troublesome Jane, the corners of his mouth unable to suppress a slight invisible smile.

"Be careful, or you’ll roll right under the bed." Seeing the increasing commotion from Jane’s frolicking, James couldn’t help but voice a warning, but it was already too late.

His voice had barely faded when he heard a loud crash, followed by someone, quilt and all, falling off the bed.

"Ow~" came a small voice from under the bed, tinged with urgency, "James, come help me quickly!"

James immediately got worried, afraid she had hit something, and quickly stood up.

But, peering over, James looked and was instantly sent into fits of laughter by Jane.

Jane had rolled off the bed, quilt and all, and somehow managed to get herself tightly wrapped in it, cocooned like a stuffed glutinous rice dumpling, with a pillow underneath her for cushioning. Falling down, she probably didn’t even feel any pain, and there was just her little black head sticking out.

Because the quilt was wrapped so tightly around her, her hands and feet were bound inside, and after struggling for a while, she still couldn’t get up, which made her sweat profusely from the panic.

James unwrapped Jane from the quilt and then sat there, unable to hide the amusement on his face as he teased her, "You’ve been making the same mistake since you were five, and you still haven’t learned."

Finally free, Jane kicked the quilt back onto the bed and then stood there, panting and catching her breath.

The fact is, this flaw of Jane’s was just too memorable.

James remembered that once in autumn at the Black Family home, Jane took a nap with Peter Gingery and, being mean-spirited, she rolled up all of Peter’s quilt onto herself. Then, just like this time, she fell off the bed, ended up wrapped up and couldn’t move, crying out in distress.