Then, she lifted the quilt and wriggled in first, lying on her side with her back to James Black, her little heart thumping wildly inside her.
Who is feeling jealous?
How could she possibly be jealous?
Jealous of whom?
Of him?
What a joke!
How could that be!
Jane Sampson thought fiercely, she just didn't like others coveting her belongings! She couldn't stand anyone treating her like a sick cat, continuously bullying her!
James Black's face showed no distinct expression; he simply lay down and turned the person who was sleeping with her back towards him so that her face was now facing him.
Afterwards, James Black spoke with a stern voice, "As James Black's wife, you can only be Jane Sampson, and likewise, as Jane Sampson's husband, I can only be James Black. No one can take me away from you, and similarly, I won't allow anyone to take you away from me."
Having said that, he gently kissed her forehead, his voice a few degrees warmer than before, "Treasure, good night."
