James Black regretted answering Jane Sampson's call somewhat, upon hearing that his tea leaves had been taken out—and that he was concerned Old Sir might not like them—only to find out that Jane had used his tea leaves to make tea eggs that she then complained didn't taste good.
James Black gripped his mobile phone a little tighter, almost involuntarily.
"Jane Sampson," James Black's voice was dark, "you must have cooked up all the ambition and courage in the world at once."
"???" Jane Sampson's heart skipped a beat, everything was fine, so why did he suddenly get angry? Was it because he was still holding a grudge from last night when she shattered his male pride?
But he was fine when he woke up this morning, even holding her as they went back to their room to continue sleeping in.
"Also, I won't be coming back next week." He was afraid that seeing Jane Sampson again would make it hard for him to resist giving her a piece of his mind.
"Ah? Ah~ Oh."
