Chapter 311: One Purse a Week

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But Jane Sampson furrowed her eyebrows and let out an "oh," without speaking.

Back at home, James Black went into the kitchen to store the freshly bought vegetables in the refrigerator, while Jane Sampson followed him into the kitchen like a little shadow, watching him busily at work.

Only after he had finished did she ask again, "James Black, are you angry?"

James Black paused in the act of closing the refrigerator door and replied with strained patience, "No."

"Liar! You are angry!" Jane Sampson muttered, then pouted and stood at the kitchen doorway looking at him, "I admit that I accidentally forgot you at the supermarket just now, but I swear, it was not on purpose."

James Black stood in the kitchen with his arms crossed, towering above Jane Sampson.

Hmph, he just knew she had forgotten him.

"I've apologized, you can't be angry!" Jane Sampson inched closer to James Black and tugged at his sleeve.

"Where do you feel that I am angry?" James Black asked.