Suppressing a smile at the corner of her lips, Jane Sampson went back to WhatsApp and immediately sent him a message.
Itās very late now, Iām going to rest, good night! āā James Blackās wife.
To the person who was waiting for Jane Sampsonās reply and quickly opened the message to read it, his expression darkened like ink after seeing the message.
Really...
It was always the case, either she wasnāt angry at him, or she was preparing to be.
She couldnāt be hit or scolded; she was his wife, after all, and all he could do was indulge her.
That night, Jane Sampson even dreamed about James Black, not because she missed him too much, but because she dreamed that James, with a black face, turned into a tiger glaring at her. She poked at his black face, and then he opened his mouth big and swallowed her up.
Then, Jane Sampson woke up frightened.
Upon opening her eyes, she saw it was just past five oāclock.
Yesterday after finishing the drama, James Chip told her she could come in a bit later today, so at this time Coco Edwards hadnāt come to knock on Janeās door to wake her up yet.
The first thing Jane did upon waking was to grab her mobile phone and check WhatsApp. Seeing that James had not replied to her messages and that it was still early, she logged onto Twitter, first scrolled through her own Twitter, replied to a few netizensā comments and messages, and then entered Jamesās Twitter.
Yesterday when she checked, James had just posted an update, and there were only five comments underneath.
Now, she saw that last night at midnight, James had posted another tweet, and the comments underneath had already reached over twenty.
I solemnly declare, Jane Sampson is mine! To those netizens who have changed their nicknames excessively, I hope you change them back! āā Jane Sampsonās Mr. Black.
Jane Sampson immediately clicked into the comments below his tweet.
Netizen: This must be the most domineering fan in the world.
Netizen: One can feel his crazy obsession with Goddess Sampson from the language of this unique gentleman.
Netizen: Sick beyond cure, a domineering sickness, donāt know if itās treatable.
Netizen: Not changing! Absolutely not changing! Little Jane belongs to all of us, not just you! Hmph! Even if she were to belong to anyone, it wouldnāt just be you.
Netizen: ...I donāt accept anything but you.
Netizen: Goddess Sampson is mine! Mine! Mine! Need to say it three times because itās important.
And these very active commenting netizens all have one similar kind of nickname, such as:
Goddess Sampsonās Mr. First Family Branch.
Little Janeās Lifetime Love.
Jane Sampsonās Mr. Little Squid.
Jane Sampsonās Mr. Lee.
Jane Sampsonās Little Miss.
And so on, names like these, where one can almost always find information related to Jane Sampson.
Jane Sampson burst out laughing upon seeing these peopleās nicknames; no wonder James was set off.
Although Jamesās Twitter handle had Jane Sampsonās name, it was ultimately a secondary account, so the messages and comments underneath were not very active. Jane quickly finished reading them and then logged out of Twitter.
With nothing else to do and it still being early, Jane Sampson logged into the game.
She had been very busy these past few days, and it had been a long time since she had logged in. Seeing that there were some new game rules updated, Jane directly opened the announcements to browse through them.
At this time, it was still early. Jane originally didnāt expect any of her friends to be online, yet shortly after, she received a private message.