Chapter 817 - 825 Wearing it beautifully

"Mmm." James Black’s gaze never shifted from her hair.

It looked nice.

But not as nice as she did.

"Definitely not from a two-buck shop." Jane Sampson stood up and embraced James Black, smiling as she looked up at him, "Don’t think I don’t know my stuff, this hairpin, at least costs $20,000!"

James Black suppressed the smile at the corner of his mouth, leaned down, and kissed her lips, which were spread wide in joy. "Mmm, a good eye."

After that, he scooped her up with only his right hand and carried her all the way to the bed.

"Wait! Wait! Let me take the hairpin off first!" Jane focused solely on protecting the hairpin on her head.

James set her down on the bed and immediately pressed down on her, his voice hoarse, "No need to remove it, it looks good on."

"No, it must come off, otherwise if it gets damaged, I’ll be heartbroken!" Jane shook her head repeatedly, reaching for the hairpin in her hair.

"I’ll do it." James caught her wrist, then removed the pin holding her vast tresses before she could.

Watching her hair cascade down like a waterfall in an instant, James was stunned for a few seconds, the affection in his eyes intensifying.

After placing the hairpin back in the bedhead cabinet, James could no longer suppress his feelings. He leaned down and kissed her.

That night, passion ran deep, desires ran high.

The gently swaying bed and the soft moans could make anyone blush with shame.

A night of indulgence, and upon waking up in the early morning, it was her face, still not quite awake.

Utterly unguarded, she leaned gently on him, so dependent.

This morning, as he woke up, James for the first time understood what is meant by a beauty causing the downfall of a kingdom and also, for the first time, what is meant by ’Hence the king will rise no more at the early court.’

This moment, there was that impulse, just to hold her, watch her, until death.

Just thinking that she was his woman, his wife, James’s heart felt as if it was filled with something.

His fingertips gently roamed her face, brushing the hair sticking to her cheek behind her ear. Just like that, she continued to sleep soundly, very sweetly.

James simply could not bear to wake her up—the person sleeping so obediently and sweetly.

Having indulged too much last night, Jane Sampson slept until she naturally woke up, and by then, James had already returned to the guard team.

However, there was a note left under a paperweight on the bedhead cabinet, written in James’s flamboyant handwriting.

I’ve gone back to the guard team. I’ll be back in the evening, and we’ll go out for dinner tonight. Remember to warm up breakfast when you wake up. — James Black

After reading the note, Jane chuckled, then carefully folded the note and took it to the guest room. From the wardrobe there, she took out her small box and placed the note inside.

If James had been there at that time, he would have discovered that the small box Jane hid in the guest room was exactly the same box he had seen in the villa, which Jane had been secretly moving stuff into.

After hiding her things, Jane stood back up and rubbed her sore waist, mumbling to herself, "I don’t know what that guy took last night, nearly cost me half my life."

After washing up, Jane heated up breakfast while holding her mobile phone, and without any post-production fuss, she directly posted a photo to Moments.

A Valentine’s Day gift from someone.

Didn’t give it to me directly, had to place it on my head with his right hand before letting me open my eyes.

One look, and I was "stunned by its beauty."

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Having composed the post, Jane immediately clicked send, and her Moments suddenly became lively.