Looking at the small face downstairs filled with a series of expressions from shock to stupor to shock again before turning into a bitter face, James Black moved his busy lips
There was the lip shape but no sound of two words.
Jane Sampson managed to understand.
"Come up."
So, how long had this guy been silently watching her from upstairs?
It was not until Jane Sampson started climbing the steps that James Black moved his body slightly, but he didn't go inside; instead, he just leaned against the gate entrance, waiting for his young wife to come up.
Jane Sampson's approach was sluggish; the same path she took last time, one minute to the door to fumble for the keys, this time, it took five minutes to drag herself to the door.
James Black's patience was quite good. After Jane Sampson came to a halt at the end of the corridor, he still maintained his posture leaning against the wall by the door, but then he spoke up, "Come here."
