Jane Sampson pouted, her lips moved as she murmured, "Not willing to divulge a single word."
This dinner, she had been busy for nothing!
Jas Black had good hearing, he did hear her but felt there was no need to speak. Talking too much would end up scaring her in the end.
For a ti, neither of them spoke, and only the light sounds at the dinner table could be heard—occasionally the clink of chopsticks against bowls, or the tap of a soup scoop against the edge of the pot. The house was eerily quiet.
If Jane’s mobile phone on the tabletop hadn’t suddenly rung, this silence would probably have continued after the al or even until bedti.
It was always like this anyway. Between Jane Sampson and Jas Black, there was little to no communication, no common topics of conversation. Jane did not understand Jas’s life and work; similarly, Jas was clueless about what Jane liked.
Jane had previously called this situation a ’generation gap,’ after all, Jas was quite a bit older than she was; when she was in the first grade of middle school, he was about to graduate.
Because the mobile phone was on the table, Jas Black caught a glimpse of the caller ID as soon as she lifted her eyes.
It was Julie Sampton.
Jane Sampson answered the phone slowly, her tone neither warm nor welcoming, even sowhat coldly greeted with, "Hello."
"Jane Sampson, are you free to et now?" Julie Sampton asked directly without preamble.
Jas Black had set down his chopsticks on the tabletop at so point, and he was close enough to faintly hear Julie asking Jane sothing. Before Jane could reply, Jas’s cool voice ca first.
He said, "Tell her you’re not free."
Not caring if the person on the other end of the phone could hear him, he simply left it at that.
Jane Sampson glanced at Jas Black and echoed the words to the person on the phone, "I’m not free."
"Are you at ho?" Julie Sampton asked suddenly, as if she might have heard Jas’s voice.
"Yes, at ho, what about it?" Jane replied, laughing after she spoke, her laughter tinged with sarcasm.
"What can you do at ho? Clearly, you have the ti. Don’t want to et , is that it?" Julie’s tone and words began to seem sowhat aggressive.
Jas Black had already walked up to Jane Sampson, took the mobile from her hand, and put it to his ear, his voice chilling, "I’m at ho, what do you think she can do at ho?"
Julie Sampton hadn’t had ti to react to the sudden change in voice on the phone when Jas’s voice ca through again.
"If you have business with her, co directly to the house. Jane Sampson is not soone you can boss around." After saying that, Jas Black ended the call and placed the mobile phone back on the dining table before returning to his place.
After sitting down, he didn’t explain a word, simply picked up his chopsticks and continued to eat, as if the person who had just snatched away the mobile phone wasn’t him.
Jane Sampson was still holding her chopsticks, in a daze.
That remark, "I’m at ho, what do you think she can do at ho," why did it sound so embarrassingly suggestive?
Noticing that Jane Sampson had remained motionless, Jas Black gently rapped his index finger on the desktop, producing a steady tap tap tap sound, and waited until Jane looked up at him unconsciously before he spoke, "Eat."
"Oh," Jane Sampson nodded like an obedient baby, took a few bites, but eventually couldn’t help but laugh mischievously at Jas Black, "You hung up on Julie Sampton’s call, she must be fuming right now."
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