Chapter 933 - 941: Do You Want a Gift?

After Jane Sampson entered, James Black got to his feet, half-heartedly ran his left hand over the back of the sofa, thought it over, and decided Jane’s unhappiness was utterly unreasonable.

Still, seeing her upset and ignoring him, James’s first thought was, how to appease her?

James lingered in the living room for a while before heading to the study; he had brought some stuff from his home in Capital Province today and had placed it in the study upon arriving.

They were things Alexander Forest helped him buy. That day, he had only given out one lipstick, but many other items were still hidden away.

Today, he only took out a few smaller, easily carried items.

James rummaged through the locked drawer and his gaze fell on one of the remaining two lipsticks.

The brand was unfamiliar to James, a long string of English words, but he managed to find the color number on the packaging box.

Color No. 13.

For a man, regardless of what color number is marked on a lipstick, they would not know what color it is without opening it.

Even if opened, James might not have the ability to distinguish this lipstick from Jane’s other lipsticks in terms of shade.

However, all these items were bought by Alexander at James’s request after researching on the internet, so there couldn’t be a mistake.

According to one sentence he saw on the internet, there would be no missteps.

After slipping the tiny lipstick into his pocket, James left the study, returned to the bedroom, and found Jane already snuggled in bed playing a game on her mobile phone.

James walked over and stood right next to her, looking down at her. Jane knew James had come in; she glanced up at him and then turned over, ignoring him.

James didn’t move or walk away but maintained his stance until about five minutes later.

When Jane finished her game and put down her phone, she looked at him, "Standing there like a sculpture?"

James sat down next to her and reached out to pull the slightly distant person closer; seeing Jane pout, James asked, "Do you want a gift?"

Seeing the person who was previously making faces slowly turn her face back towards him, her eyes sparkling with joy.

The previous conversation had been sharp and fraught, but now it was completely sycophantic and ingratiating.

"You have a gift for me?" Jane spontaneously moved closer to James, and seeing him nod, she immediately reached out her tender, delicate hand, crisply replying, "I want it!"

"If I give you the gift, can we consider the dinner issue resolved?" James asked as he patted her open palm, "If that’s acceptable, I’ll give it to you, if not, forget I mentioned it."

Jane, without hesitation, nodded repeatedly, "Yes! Yes!"

Upon finishing, she looked at James vividly, slowly reaching out her hands towards him again.

The matter with the dinner was just her acting capriciously. She was upset for a moment, but it had passed, as she was not someone who dwelled on trivial matters for long.

But having a gift to receive was a different matter. Why pass up a free gift?

Jane now particularly liked it when James gave her gifts, as receiving a gift from him was always a delightful occurrence.

James curved his lips in a smile, thinking to himself that his wife was indeed easy to pacify.

He took the lipstick out of his pocket and placed it into Jane’s awaiting hand, "Here you are, apply it and let me see."