Chapter 932 - 940: How is that possible?

"My mother said that when you drink too much, you become clingy, and even held my brother saying you wanted a kiss. When my brother wouldn’t give in, you got upset and had this look of utter distress on your face," Peter Gingery was beside himself with laughter. "I really should’ve come back with you all last night. My parents knew that I was with you guys, right downstairs, yet didn’t bother to call me. I missed such a great show for nothing."

"Me?" Jane Sampson wore a ’are you freaking kidding me’ expression, pointing at her nose incredulously, "Me, clingy when drunk? How’s that even possible?"

"How’s that not possible!" Peter Gingery shouted, "My mom said the moment you saw her, you opened your arms wide and said, ’Auntie, hug me,’ then clung onto my mother, rubbing against her just like a little kitten."

Peter Gingery called out to James Black, "If you don’t believe it, just ask my brother. Weren’t you telling him you wanted to kiss him yesterday, and you got upset when he refused, then you wanted a hug, and even after he hugged you, you were still looking unsatisfied?"

Jane Sampson quickly turned her head to look at James Black, asking, "Is Peter making stuff up?"

Jane Sampson felt that she simply wouldn’t have done something like that.

James Black set his chopsticks down on the desktop, looked up at Jane Sampson with a serious expression, and nodded, "He’s not making it up, so from now on, you’re not allowed to drink anymore."

Jane Sampson felt as if she had been struck by lightning. So, what James Black said this morning about her making a fuss over kissing him last night was true? It wasn’t just Gary Black’s nonsense to fool her?

No wonder he was so adamant and unyielding in the morning.

"I won’t drink anymore, not even if I’m beaten to death. If I’d known I’d behave that shamelessly drunk, not even ten times the braveness can make me dare to drink so heartily with Gary Black and Old Watson behind James Black’s back."

Jane Sampson shook her head like a rattle drum, and James Black’s expression finally softened a bit, as he grunted approvingly and picked up his chopsticks to offer her a piece of meat.

Peter Gingery, sitting next to them, listened to Jane Sampson’s self-criticism, chuckling covertly, then teasing her with playful gestures, "You’re all grown up; how come your way of acting spoiled is still the same as when you were a kid?"

"It’s different from when she was a child," James Black explained for Jane Sampson.

Upon hearing this, Jane Sampson turned and gave James Black a sweet smile.

But that smile didn’t last long, because she heard James Black add quietly, "Last night, when we got downstairs to our building, you didn’t want to walk and squatted on the ground, telling me you’d left your legs in the car."

The expression on Jane Sampson’s face when she said that last night, James Black would probably never forget for the rest of his life.

Peter Gingery spit out a mouthful of soup, fortunately turning away quickly where no one was, but he choked so severely that his face turned red.

Jane Sampson stared at James Black, "Since I don’t remember anyway, it’s your word that counts, and whatever nonsense you spout, you’re right," she said.

Having said that, Jane Sampson lowered her head and focused on eating her meal, adamant in her denial that such behavior could ever be hers.

During dinner, Peter Gingery laughed so much that he returned home with a belly full of gas, while Jane Sampson, a bit upset from being continuously exposed by James Black, didn’t feel like talking to him anymore.

After washing the dishes, Jane Sampson walked out of the kitchen, passing by the living room. She huffed at the sight of James Black’s back on the sofa, then stomped her feet as she entered the bedroom.