CEO's Reborn Wife

Chapter 784: Chapter 792: What Kind of Art in Costume

James Black had wanted to find an opportunity to ask Jane Sampson where she went this morning and what she had done, but before he even had the chance to ask, Jane brought it up herself.

Although James disliked Alexander Forest’s chattering, he nonetheless enjoyed Jane’s prattle, whether she talked about trivial matters or discussed something more serious. Even though James rarely joined in the conversation or responded, he listened carefully to every word she said.

Jane was in a good mood during lunch, her smile never leaving her face, and the tone of her voice was light and cheerful. While eating, she looked over at the roses on the chair beside her countless times.

Whenever she glanced over there, then looked back at James, the smile on her face would inevitably become even brighter and more radiant than just moments before.

After the meal, Jane began to clean up the bowl and chopsticks while saying to James, ”It seems that tomorrow is the first time you’re due for a reexamination at the hospital. How about I accompany you there early in the morning?”

Before James could respond, Jane suddenly bent down and, without any warning, kissed James on the face, then burst into giggles as she carried the bowl and chopsticks into the kitchen.

James sat there stunned for a few seconds, and by the time he snapped out of it and looked towards the kitchen, he could faintly hear Jane humming a tuneless song, her mood clearly joyful.

At this moment, James suddenly felt that Jane was easy to please and made one’s heart ache for her.

It seemed as though she was always carefully restraining her temper, as if afraid that any show of her moodiness or caprice might make her lose something.

Washing dishes for two wasn’t more than a three-minute chore. By the time James had drifted off into thought, Jane had already emerged from the kitchen.

The first thing she did after finishing housework was to run to the dining hall—not to look for James but to pick up the bouquet, which was somewhat heavy for her.

”It’s such a waste to just leave these flowers like this. I’m going to take apart the bouquet and arrange them in vases, is that alright?” Jane had already picked up the bouquet, ready to go upstairs, when at the last moment she turned back and tentatively asked James for permission.

”They were given to you, so you can decide what to do with them,” James nodded.

After hearing James’s response, Jane confidently went upstairs, and James didn’t continue to sit idly in the dining hall but followed Jane to the master bedroom balcony.

Since the villa was uninhabited most of the time, there weren’t many vases to be found. Jane ended up using even beverage bottles and mineral water bottles, but still could not fit all the flowers in water.

Eventually, even the pen holder in the study could not escape the fate of having two or three roses inserted by Jane.

All around the villa, in the living room, kitchen, bathroom, and along the staircase handrails, one could see glimpses of roses.

Perhaps it was the good locations Jane found, but this decoration throughout didn’t seem tacky or excessive; instead, it seemed to add some liveliness to the house.

During the whole process, James followed her, watching as she busily went about her task. Even with the air conditioner on, Jane managed to work up a sweat running up and down the house.

But seeing Jane so happy with the setup, James didn’t say anything.

It was only when Jane tied the remaining few roses with a rope to hang them upside down in a cool and well-ventilated spot, James finally asked, puzzled, ”Is hanging flowers upside down some kind of decorative art?”