Then, the image of Jane Sampson clutching her mobile phone, scratching her ears anxiously but helplessly with him, floated into his mind.
One hour later, Jas Black opened the door and returned ho.
When he entered, Jas Black noticed that the canvas shoes Jane Sampson often wore the past two days weren’t at the doorway. He didn’t think much of it, assuming she might have taken them to clean.
After entering, Jas Black leisurely carried the groceries he was holding into the kitchen, and he specifically took out the prepared fish and placed it in the sink before putting the other stuff into the refrigerator.
Once he finished cleaning up the groceries he bought, he washed his hands and leisurely ca out from inside the kitchen.
To his surprise, upon hearing the sound of his return, Jane Sampson, his little sidekick, didn’t co looking for him.
Jas Black thought, surely she’s not still asleep?
Coming out from the kitchen, Jas Black glanced at the breakfast on the dinner table. Nothing else seed touched, just one bean paste bun missing.
Jas Black frowned slightly, a bit displeased with Jane Sampson’s behavior of not eating breakfast properly, then he headed towards the bedroom. But Jane Sampson wasn’t sleeping in the bed as he thought; the bed was empty.
The bedroom was very quiet, very quiet.
Jas Black also went to the guest room, but no one was there either.
He checked both balconies, public restrooms, and the bedroom bathroom, but didn’t find anyone.
Now Jas Black was getting a bit anxious.
Thinking of the missing shoes at the doorway, Jas Black was puzzled. Early in the morning, she didn’t even eat breakfast properly, didn’t drive the car, where could she have gone?
Surely she didn’t go downstairs looking for him?
Jas thought again, and felt this wasn’t sothing Jane Sampson would do.
In this weather, she’s too lazy to go downstairs.
Moreover, at this ti, seeing the breakfast on the table, she should know he’s not downstairs on a morning run.
He had also left her a note to inform her he went to buy groceries.
Jas Black returned to the bedroom, approached Jane Sampson’s side to see if she had taken the note he left her. As he got closer, he realized that the paper on the cabinet wasn’t his small post-it note, but another piece of A4 paper.
On the paper were Jane Sampson’s graceful words.
The first line was in uppercase, a bold title.
Runaway Notice.
Jas Black’s eyebrows furrowed, and he continued reading.
I’m running away from ho.
Don’t co looking for .
I don’t want to bother with you anymore.
I’m not coaxing you.
You’re really too hard to appease.
If you’re angry.
Then you might as well be angry to death.
If you really get angry to death.
At most, I’ll have grandfather and auntie.
Introduce to a husband who isn’t hard to appease.
Humph!
Goodbye!
Don’t co looking for !
If you do, I won’t bother with you!
—— Very angry Jane Sampson.
Jas Black, holding this thin Runaway Notice, was so angry his hands were trembling.
Despite considering everything, he hadn’t expected the one who did wrong to have a bigger temper than his.
Saying she’s running away and actually threatened him on top of it.
This notice, the content was written with literary flair, connecting paragraphs smoothly, responding back and forth, truly remarkable for her.
Jas Black slapped the notice onto the cabinet, got up, and headed towards the cloakroom.
At a glance, the spot where Jane Sampson’s suitcase was placed indeed had a gap, missing her 22-inch blue chubby suitcase.
Jas Black stood in the cloakroom in a daze for a few seconds, then snapped back to reality, unable to suppress the panic rising within him.
Jane Sampson ran away from ho, so angry she didn’t even drive.
Jas Black couldn’t guess where she might have gone.
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