"So, you and Jane will be staying here tonight? I don’t have any social commitnts this evening, so we both could keep Old Sir company and have a couple of drinks," said Jas Black, who had practically been raised by Bill Gingery and was thus considered almost like a son by his uncle-in-law.
"No need, I’ll take her ho after lunch," replied Jas, shaking his head in refusal. He then added, "Uncle-in-law, you often have to socialize, so it would be nice to have so free ti at ho to drink tea with grandfather. It’s better for your health than drinking wine."
Jas’s face was expressionless as he spoke these words, but he sounded dead serious. Bill Gingery glanced at Old Sir, nodding repeatedly next to him, and secretly mumbled to himself that Jas was truly raised well by the old man.
Since they weren’t prepared to stay over for the night, after lunch Jane Sampson took out the specialty souvenirs they bought from her luggage and then promptly left the Black Residence with Jas, carrying her bags and getting into the car.
It wasn’t until around three o’clock in the afternoon that the two finally entered their ho. Jas had asked the hourly worker to clean in advance the day before, so despite the house being unoccupied for a few days, it was spotless.
The first thing Jane did when she got ho was to go to the bedroom to check on her rabbit Kris. Not finding him in the master bedroom, she ran to the guest room and only relaxed when she saw that Kris was well and lying on the guest room’s bed. She then took Kris back to the master bedroom.
Jas went to the kitchen to have a look and confird that the refrigerator was stocked with fresh vegetables and fruits, then he felt relieved and entered the master bedroom, where by that ti, Jane had already changed into her pajamas, comfortably lying in bed, enjoying the air conditioner and playing with her mobile phone.
"The vegetables and fruits in the fridge are all fresh from yesterday, so you can cook yourself a al at ho this evening," said Jas from the doorway.
"Oh," acknowledged the woman in the bed rather perfunctorily, her hands flying across the mobile phone screen.
"I’m going back to the guard team," Jas announced, furrowing his brows.
"Oh," the woman in the bed replied without a second thought, continuing to treat his words rely as an acknowledgnt.
Jas stood at the door for a few seconds, Jane never once lifting her head to look at him.
"Jane Sampson."
Jas called out the na and surna of the woman on the bed.
"Ah~" Jane responded in a languorous manner, her eyes still fixed on her phone.
Finally unable to bear it, Jas strode from the doorway to the bed with his long legs, looking down from a height at the woman who was ignoring him as if he were thin air for well over a minute. Nearly gritting his teeth with frustration, he pressed down on Jane.
He lifted his hand and easily snatched away the phone from the surprised woman, pressed a button to exit her from the ga, and then threw the phone to the foot of the bed. He forced her hand to intertwine her fingers with his.
"Give back my phone; my teammates will kill ," Jane said, annoyed and angry, but she couldn’t push off the man lying on top of her who was as immovable as a mountain.
"Do you have ti to listen to now?" Jas’s face was so dark it looked like it might rain.
Jane’s gaze, chasing after the phone, finally ca back to him. Suddenly faced with Jas’s visage, she slowly, quietly drew her neck back into the quilt.
"I said I’m going back to the guard team now," Jas repeated the words he had said earlier, then stared intently at Jane’s face. She wore a confused expression for a second before her eyes suddenly lit up.
"Didn’t you say tomorrow at lunch? How co it’s now? Is the guard team very busy? That’s alright, you go ahead. My headache was gone when I woke up this morning; I’m feeling fine," she said.
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