CEO's Reborn Wife

Chapter 1119: Chapter 1127: Diary

The guest room had far fewer things compared to the bedroom. Standing in the doorway, one could see at a glance the rabbit bride and Mr. Rabbit sitting on the guest room bed.

James Black thought for a moment and then walked straight to the wardrobe in the guest room, opened it, and inside, apart from the spare bedding, there was also a suitcase that Jane Sampson used to use in her early years but no longer did.

James Black remembered this suitcase; she had bought it when she was very little, a commemorative edition of some anime cartoon. At that time, they had released the styled in both pink and blue, and Jane Sampson had bought the pink one, while Peter Gingery had bought the blue one.

Peter Gingery’s box had long been smashed and thrown away, but when Jane Sampson got married, she still brought this suitcase with her.

However, after she brought it in, James Black had never seen her use it.

The few times she went out to film after getting married, she always used the new suitcases she bought and kept in the bedroom.

James Black reached out and picked up the suitcase; because it was quite old, he was very gentle when he opened it.

The suitcase required a password.

James Black only tried twice, and on the second time, he cracked the password and successfully opened the suitcase.

Seeing the familiar box inside the suitcase, James Black couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle.

Jane Sampson had underestimated him. There wasn’t much space in the house, so just now, as he sat in the living room, he had thought back to the places that Jane most frequently visited in the house; therefore, the guest room was his second choice.

If he didn’t find it there, he was going to search his study next.

James Black had never thought of looking in the living room because Jane Sampson didn’t particularly like to stay there.

James Black picked up the box and shook it, thinking to send Jane a video on his mobile phone, but looking down, he noticed several yellowed notebooks pressed underneath the box.

The cover of the notebooks featured the image of a beautiful girl team member.

It seemed to be part of the same series as the suitcase, very pink, fitting Jane Sampson’s delicate disposition well.

James Black reached out and picked up the topmost notebook, originally thinking it might be an account book, only to find upon opening it that it was actually Jane Sampson’s diary.

The page he randomly flipped to read as follows:

I’ve grown up, I want to marry the son of the uncle who sells sugar-coated haws on the street. If I become his family’s daughter-in-law, I can eat candy every day, even smell the fragrance of sugar-coated haws as I sleep.

I lost a tooth; my grandparents won’t let me eat sugar-coated haws. They’re bad.

James Black’s face suddenly darkened.

Looking at the date recorded in the diary, he calculated that this was written when Jane Sampson was just over eight years old.

He remembered that Jane learned to read early because the children in the great courtyard liked to play with her. Those older than her, already in school, would include Jane when they did their homework after school.

Joseph Lancaster and Yvette Quick even dared to bring Jane along to school to attend classes with them.

Therefore, by the age of eight, Jane was already able to express what she wanted to write in a relatively clear handwriting.

James Black set the diary he was holding down and picked up the second one on top to skim through.

He wasn’t surprised in the slightest to find, in her diary from when she was nine, more lines about her wanting to marry someone else.

— When I grow up, I want to marry the elder sister who sells beautiful clothes at the shopping mall, so I can wear beautiful little skirts every day.

”Silly daughter-in-law,” James Black couldn’t help but laugh out of exasperation.

How foolish she was since childhood; how could the elder sister at the shopping mall let her live a life of wearing beautiful little skirts every day?

Yet, he, James Black, could.