Halfway there, James Black guessed that Jane Sampson might not be at home, but he never expected that upon returning, he would see Jane Sampson's suitcase packed and placed in the guest room.
In the bedroom, her stuff was almost completely gone.
Seeing the now-empty cloakroom, James Black's mood was like being pierced through the heart with a thorn.
What does she mean?
Having packed her things, was she afraid he would settle accounts with her when he returned, ready to flee home?
James Black rubbed his temple, took out his mobile phone, and dialed Jane Sampson's phone number.
In the private club, Jane Sampson was listening to Nina Rice's bizarre comments on the taste of hotpot restaurants in Capital Province and even those in the nearby large cities; her mobile phone suddenly rang. Jane glanced at the caller ID and was stunned.
