Chapter 815 - 823: Where is My Gift?

James Black then lowered his gaze to the watch on his wrist, it was the unexpected model.

"Mm," James Black’s corner of the mouth lifted slightly, "it’s a bit richer than I had imagined."

"The day before yesterday, I went to the specialty counter to pick up the watch. After I paid the money, I had only a tiny bit of change left in my account, not even enough for Häagen-Dazs ice cream," Jane Sampson said with a face full of grievance. "I’m now utterly broke."

James Black patted Jane Sampson’s head, exactly wanting her to be in a financial state where she couldn’t even afford ice cream.

"You’re not unwilling to give it?" Before Jane Sampson put the watch on his wrist, James Black really thought that he couldn’t pry the watch out of her hands.

After all, at that time, Jane’s refusal was so straightforward, and she seemed so reluctant, the spitting image of a miser. "I am reluctant to give it up," Jane Sampson nodded her head, then let out a helpless sigh. "But there’s nothing I can do, who made me come across a Chief Black who’s like a big lion."

Even a heart of steel at this moment should be softened into water by Jane Sampson’s manner.

"Come here for a hug," James Black stretched out his right hand toward Jane Sampson, his heart already soft inside.

Jane Sampson happily leaned forward to hug him, her smile blooming like a flower, her laughter ringing like a bell.

His hand, caressing the back of her head, was very gentle, very soft, as if holding some rare treasure, carefully cherishing and protecting.

"Where’s my gift?" After Jane Sampson left James Black’s arms, she stretched out her pink palm directly toward him.

James Black paused for a second, then spoke. "Sit in front of your dressing table, close your eyes, and wait until I tell you to open them. Then you can open your eyes."

Jane Sampson obediently and swiftly sat down on the dressing stool and closed her eyes, full of anticipation.

Seeing that she was rarely being honest and really closing her eyes, James Black took out something from the bedhead cabinet on his side, walked around behind her, and stood there.

She had given him a gift, one that she had personally placed on his wrist.

The gift he was giving her, he also wanted to personally place it upon her head.

But...

Two minutes later.

James Black realized the idea was too beautiful, the reality too harsh.

He had bought a hairpin, not a clip.

His left hand was injured, and he could only use his right hand.

He didn’t know how to use a hairpin at all, completely clueless about it.

So, after fiddling around on Jane Sampson’s head for two or three minutes, James Black managed with only one hand to barely secure the hairpin on Jane’s forehead.

James Black could only make sure that the hairpin wouldn’t fall from Jane’s hair within a few seconds.

As for whether the hairstyle looked good or was as messy as a ghost’s, that really wasn’t something James Black could fix just by trying.

"Is it done yet?" This was the second time Jane Sampson urged him.

James Black quietly looked at the person in the mirror in front of him, hesitated a few seconds, then said in a gentle voice, "It’s done now, you can open your eyes and look in the mirror, but don’t move your head."

Jane Sampson’s eyes opened swiftly, almost as soon as James Black’s words fell, she was already looking.

Staring at the person in the mirror, Jane Sampson didn’t recognize her at first.

If it weren’t for the addition of a white jade hairpin with a touch of pleasant natural green among her hair, Jane would have almost thought that James Black was playing a trick on her.

The hairpin was beautiful, adorned with gemstone-decorated stamens.

It was as if a flower, lifelike and true, was embedded on the hairpin.