CEO's Reborn Wife-Chapter 2020 - 2028: Owe You a Little Golden Man

Outside the door, the mute aunt pressed against the door panel eavesdropping, with her mobile phone placed against the door crack below, the mobile phone screen showing it was in the middle of a call.

And inside the door, James Black was forcefully leaving some marks on Jane Sampson’s upper body, while she lay beneath him, alternating between crying loudly, shouting, begging for mercy, and cursing uncontrollably, a woman teetering on the brink of despair and madness.

A few minutes later, the cursing ceased, the begging for mercy stopped, and she no longer shouted, only a soft sobbing remained, with her lips bitten.

James Black tidied up her clothes, earning a glare from Jane Sampson, and then he sat next to her, quietly watching his wife’s strenuous performance.

The mute aunt stood outside the door for a full ten plus minutes before leaving. As soon as she left, James Black smiled, bent over, and kissed Jane Sampson on the lips.

This kiss was gentle, lingering for a few seconds before it was over.

"I owe you a little golden man," James Black, rarely one to tease, said as his broad palm rubbed Jane Sampson’s head.

"That’s necessary," Jane Sampson sighed, "Oh, this is truly a physical task. If she hadn’t left, I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to keep up the act. Why is she so boring, listening at the doorway?"

"There must be someone instructing her," James Black thought of the young man not in the villa.

Perhaps out of caution towards him, especially since the young man said he would introduce him to his Big Brother, it was likely a test.

Or perhaps it was out of curiosity towards him, this older virgin. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

However, James Black leaned more towards the latter.

No need for Jane Sampson to ask who instructed him, it was obvious enough without much thought.

She chuckled and cursed, "That little pervert."

After cursing, she snuggled closer into James Black’s arms, tightly hugging his waist with her uninjured hand, even rubbing against his shoulder, then asked, "Is that little pervert’s hands stained with human life?"

"He and the group behind him all have blood on their hands," James Black nodded, otherwise, they wouldn’t have assigned him to this mission.

Jane Sampson said nothing, but her heart speculated the same.

The one the little pervert used as her victim substitute was likely brutally murdered by that young man.

"Is the courtyard really filled with buried corpses?" Jane Sampson suddenly recalled what the young man said to threaten her earlier.

In his words, people were fertilizer for flowers.

"Most likely," James Black responded with a nod, while his palm lightly patted the back of her head, "Get some rest early."

Jane Sampson pouted, "I want a kiss."

Upon hearing this, James Black’s eyes lit up with a hint of amusement, and he lowered his head to peck her lips, "Sleep now."

It was only then that Jane Sampson quieted down, closing her eyes, leaning into James Black’s arms, and falling asleep.

Around 3 o’clock in the morning, James Black was awoken by noises in the courtyard—it was the sound of the young man driving back.

James Black didn’t find it odd; after all, he was well aware of this young man’s daily routine.

James Black closed his eyes again, reaching out to pull Jane Sampson, who had unknowingly slipped entirely under the quilt, back up a little.

But as his fingertips touched her shoulder, the back of his hand immediately sensed the unusual temperature of Jane Sampson’s cheek.

James Black quickly used his palm to check her forehead, and sure enough, she had a fever.

Without hesitating, James Black got up and went out, intending to open the door.

By coincidence, as James Black headed downstairs, he found the young man on the first floor seemingly communicating with the pajama-clad mute aunt. Upon seeing him come down, the mute aunt quickly stopped her gestures.