The phone rang just as Jas Black was reluctantly eyeing the vegetables on the table with a pair of chopsticks, already lacking appetite, and wishing it were Jane Sampson’s cooking instead.
The mobile phone screen lit up along with the ringtone, and he glanced at the caller, it was Peter Gingery. He answered slowly and leisurely.
"What’s up?" His tone was unfriendly, even sowhat aggressive.
This instantly subdued the excitent in Peter Gingery, who couldn’t help but cower a bit.
Yikes? What’s with this mood? That’s not right, is it?
Could it be because Jane Sampson changed her nickna and it set him off? Did he think Jane was being too showy?
Peter Gingery thought for a mont and decided it was best not to bring it up. What if his guess was right? Wouldn’t that be stepping on a landmine?
"Nothing, nothing, I just dialed the wrong number by accident." Peter Gingery chuckled three tis, "I ant to call Jane, but sohow ended up calling you by mistake."
"She’s too busy to answer your calls; it would be a waste of effort," Jas Black sneered and hastily hung up before tossing the phone back on the desktop.
At this mont, even if God had been calling Jane Sampson, she likely wouldn’t have had the ti to answer. It was not easy to co across Jas Carter, and she was already sitting and eating with him. She must be sitting right next to Jas Carter, smiling like a fool.
Jas Black’s fingers tapped gently on the tabletop, his mood growing impatient. Looking at the still-lit phone screen beside him, he glanced at the ti displayed on it.
Hmm, there’s only 15 minutes left until one o’clock.
Jas Black thought that in order not to seem unreasonable, he should send her a ssage to give her a heads-up.
Picking up the mobile phone again, he opened WhatsAPP and sent a ssage straight to Jane Sampson.
minutes left until one o’clock — Jane Sampson’s Mr. Black.
A minute after sending it, and without getting a reply from Jane Sampson, Jas Black sent another ssage.
If I don’t see you at the doorway at one o’clock, don’t wait — Jane Sampson’s Mr. Black.
After sending the ssage without any reaction from the other side, Jas Black guessed that Jane Sampson was probably too happy to even think about her phone.
He toyed with the phone in his palm, spinning it around like a toy. After the phone had spun several tis and stopped, he then clicked on Jane Sampson’s avatar, intending to scroll through her Monts in WhatsAPP to pass the ti by looking at her previous posts.
His gaze absentmindedly slid over Jane Sampson’s WhatsAPP hopage. His fingertip was about to settle on her album when it suddenly paused.
Under the three words "wife" that he had used to rena her in his contacts, there were two lines of small print.
The first line was the WhatsAPP ID.
The second line was the nickna.
Jas Black’s eyes fixed on Jane Sampson’s nickna, his eyes flicked, as if even his heartbeat had been captivated.
She changed her nickna!
It had gone from the previous "Jas Carter’s Mrs. Carter" to...
To — Jas Black’s Mrs. Black.
Jas Black thought that these six words must be the most pleasing six words in the world to him.
He unconsciously curled the corner of his mouth, clearly chard. The impatience he felt while waiting for her instantly drained away.
"Not bad, realizing your mistake." Jas Black reclined against the chair’s backrest, his mood brightened as he comfortably observed those few words on the screen.
Jas Black’s Mrs. Black.
It was indeed a realization worth praising.
The phone screen went dark again as Jas Black remained motionless, but he quickly tapped the screen, doing nothing in particular, and just stared at it.
The longer he looked, the more content he felt, the more it pleased him.
After several minutes, with less than five minutes left before one o’clock, Jas Black thought it over and decided to send Jane Sampson another new ssage.
One-thirty, don’t wait if you’re late — Jane Sampson’s Mr. Black.
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