Again, he left her alone in the study, without a single word.
His coldness was undisguised. Clearly, she was standing right in front of him, yet he acted as if he didn't see her.
Jane Sampson felt a bit sad.
It was a kind of sadness that felt like a tugging at her heart, as if even breathing was especially painful.
She didn't like the cold way James Black was treating her.
She missed the James who would hold her and comfort her.
She didn't like the James who was ignoring her like this.
She didn't want the James who was upset with her.
Jane Sampson hung her head, walking along, dejectedly kicking the slippers she was wearing.
James Black was napping, and Jane Sampson peeked into the bedroom doorway and then stepped back out, fearing that disturbing him would make him even more unhappy.
Jane Sampson, holding her mobile phone, went to the guest room. She cuddled the rabbit bride and Mr. Rabbit, which James had left in the guest room for a long time, on either side of her.
