CEO's Reborn Wife

It wasn’t until Jane Sampson left the dormitory that she realized today was a cloudy day. James Black was worried it might rain, so he specifically brought two umbrellas and put them inside the car. When the two arrived at the graveyard, sure enough, the sky started drizzling.

”Put on your coat, don’t catch a cold.” James Black parked the car, took out an umbrella, opened it, walked to the passenger seat and opened the car door to let Jane Sampson out, and didn’t forget to remind her to take the scarf with her.

James Black’s mother is buried in this cemetery, together with the Black Family.

When Heather Black passed away, James Black was already old enough to remember, so even though twenty years have passed, James Black can still clearly recall what his mother looked like.

Just like in the photo posted in front of the grave, her smile was gentle, and she had some resemblance to his sister, Brooke Black.

However, the two sisters’ personalities are completely opposite.

In James Black’s impression, his mother always spoke softly and gently, as graceful as an elegant lily.

During her most painful illness, James Black never saw his mother in a hysterical state.

But, he did see his mother, as gentle as she was, showing a look of despair.

The final image of his mother at her death became a picture that James Black could never forget for the rest of his life.

Over twenty years have passed, and James Black is holding his wife, Jane Sampson, standing in front of his mother, while she remains as she was over twenty years ago.

James Black’s personality is bland, not very talkative.

Even though he said he wanted to come here to see his mother, as soon as he arrived here, he just stood in front of the grave, quietly watching, without saying a word.

From getting out of the car until now, he has not let go of Jane Sampson’s hand. The two stood under the same umbrella, silent, neither of them spoke.

But the warmth coming from each other’s palms ensured neither felt lonely.

Jane Sampson knew there was a gloom in James Black’s heart that was hard to dispel.

Perhaps it was because of the words Peter Gingery said to him this morning.

Jane Sampson thought, once she was unfortunate, but later, she became the happiest person in this world.

She had lost motherly love, but now, she had regained it.

Because she once completely lost it, Jane Sampson could understand the pain James Black felt in the past, so young, when he personally buried his mother.

First losing his father, losing his home.

Then losing his mother.

To James Black, this was a fatal blow.

Perhaps because of this, James Black later developed this bland personality.

As if everything was light to him.

Yet as if he didn’t care about anything.

James Black stood in front of Heather Black’s grave for half an hour, without saying a word, or moving at all.

Jane Sampson kept him company for half an hour, not speaking or interrupting.

It wasn’t until the rain became heavier, with raindrops making a pitter-patter sound on the umbrella, that James Black finally said hoarsely, ”Let’s go back.”

Jane Sampson nodded, only then speaking her first words after arriving here.

It was to bid farewell to Heather Black.

”Mom, James and I are going back, don’t worry, I’ll take good care of him. James and I will come to see you again when we have the time.”

After she finished speaking, Jane Sampson hooked her arm around James Black’s and smiled at him, nudging his arm, and the two then stepped slowly on the wet ground, leaving the graveyard step by step.

After getting in the car, Jane Sampson didn’t ask James Black what he was thinking about in that quiet half-hour. It was still early before she needed to catch her plane, and James Black didn’t take her back to the guard team but returned to their home in the city district instead.