CEO's Reborn Wife

Chapter 215: Chapter 223: Don’t Be Too Good to Me

After Jane Sampson had spoken, James Black finally placed his other hand on top of her head, gently stroking back and forth. ”Since you’re sleepy, go ahead and sleep, I’ll be right here by your side,” he said.

Jane thought to herself that James must have invested all his emotional intelligence into his IQ, which is why his IQ was high, but his EQ was definitely in the negatives.

Didn’t she know whether she had cried or not?

He knew, but couldn’t he just keep it to himself at a time like this?

It was quite embarrassing, after all, she was an adult and still had her pride.

Hiding in his arms, biting her lip, not daring to make a sound, yet crying torrentially, she felt uncomfortable just thinking about it.

Life was already so hard, yet he had to go and point it out!

Jane took her frustration out by wiping the tears from her face onto the lapel of James’s clothes, feeling the gentle, soft strokes of his hand on her head. She had been so upset by James that she couldn’t even cry, but because of his actions, which felt like silent consolation, her heart ached anew.

”James,” Jane took deep breaths while nestled in James Black’s arms, as if she was savoring his scent. She suddenly called out to him, her voice not soft.

”Hmm?” James responded.

”You’re so good to me,” Jane suddenly moved within his embrace, but only to move her face away from his chest and burrow into the quilt.

A few seconds later, Jane’s voice came from under the quilt, with a sobbing tone.

”But, James, don’t be too good to me,” Jane’s voice gradually became softer and slower, ”Don’t be too good, otherwise, I’ll definitely become greedy. If you’re the slightest bit nice to me, I’ll want more and more of that kindness. I’ll want you to be good only to me.”

Jane thought that she must be the most selfish and greedy person in the world.

”Do you think I’m very good to you?” James asked in surprise.

Then, James began to reflect and also felt that he had indeed treated Jane quite well.

After all, if anyone dared to deceitfully agree on the surface but contradict him behind his back, they probably would have been dealt with by now.

After all, if anyone dared to use the tea leaves from his fridge to make tea eggs, he was likely to beat them so badly they’d be bedridden for half a month.

James thought that his tolerance and patience for Jane was indeed greater and wider than what he afforded to ordinary people, so Jane’s feeling that he was good to her was justified. At least she had some conscience.

”Jane Sampson, you are my wife, and I am your husband. Within reasonable bounds, I allow you to be a little greedy. In certain matters, as your husband, my patience and tolerance are specially granted to you, so you can rest assured about that,” he explained solemnly and seriously, without any perfunctory attitude.

However, he was probably unaware that the ’good’ Jane mentioned and the ’good’ he understood were two different things entirely.

For Jane, James had fallen from the sky and appeared at the most painful moment of her illness; that was his way of being good to her.

For James, as a husband, it was his duty to take care of his sick wife, so he didn’t think his visit this time was a display of a husband being extraordinarily good to his wife.

”Oliver said that sick women tend to overthink,” James thought for a moment, then added, ”You’re my wife, and me being good to you is what should be expected—so don’t keep thinking about being a divorcee.”