Jane Sampson huffed and tossed James Blackās phone onto the bed, "He really is a scam artist!"
After cursing, Jane Sampson tried once more and re-entered James Blackās birthday, but it wasnāt correct either.
Jane Sampson thought that with James Blackās intelligence, he probably wouldnāt set it to six ones or a sequence, right? To avoid being caught, Jane Sampson didnāt continue trying.
"321203."
Suddenly, James Blackās voice came from the doorway, and Jane Sampson almost dropped his phone to the ground in fright.
Seeing Jane Sampson sitting there dumbfounded, James Black sneered and stepped inside, "With such a rabbitās gall, you shouldnāt always think about doing these things."
"..." Jane Sampson blinked her eyes pretending to be dumb in front of James Black.
"Clean up and come out for breakfast. After breakfast, weāll head to the supermarket," James Black urged Jane Sampson.
Only then did Jane Sampson scurry into the public restroom, where she found that James Black had already prepared the toothpaste for her.
When daddy Black becomes considerate, itās quite frightening.
Jane Sampson muttered to herself and then happily enjoyed this bit of thoughtfulness from James Black.
Because her right hand was not functioning well, even the small task of washing her face was done with James Blackās help. He wrung out her towel and hung it back in place, then led Jane Sampson out of the bedroom to the dining hall for a meal.
There was nothing in the house to cook for breakfast, so breakfast was brought back by James Black after his morning jog: soy milk, buns, and a serving of salted egg and lean meat porridge.
While watching James Black fetching the tableware and serving the porridge, Jane Sampson curiously asked, "What did you mean by 321203 just now? Why does that number sound familiar on first hearing it?"
James Black paused his actions, glanced at Jane Sampson with a curious face, and replied, "Mobile phone password."
"I donāt believe it. Youāre just trying to scam me. If you were really kind enough to tell me, you wouldnāt have set a password," Jane Sampson expressed with an āIām so smartā look, utterly self-satisfied, "Iām not falling for that!"
"Believe it or not, itās up to you," James Black didnāt bother to explain and then pushed the bowl towards Jane Sampson, "Finish up and change clothes; weāre going to the supermarket to buy some vegetables."
"Why buy vegetables?" Jane Sampson blurted out, "Youāre going back to the guard team by tomorrow morning at the latest, and I canāt cook for myself in this state. Buying vegetables would be a waste."
"Did I tell you I was returning to the guard team tomorrow morning?" James Black asked with a displeased tone.
Jane Sampsonās heart skipped a beat, huh, which sentence had just irritated Chief Black?
So moody early in the morning?
"Then are you returning after eating dinner tonight or before?" If it wasnāt tomorrow morning, then it had to be today ā Jane Sampson considered this a matter of course.
"Next week," James Black put down his chopsticks on the tabletop, "Iām on vacation for one week."
After saying this, his gaze stayed on Jane Sampsonās face, trying to find some reaction to the news that he wouldnāt be returning until next week.
In fact, Jane Sampson did not disappoint him, her face truly did resemble someone struck by lightning.
Or rather, a face that had seen a ghost.
And indeed, thatās exactly what Jane Sampson was thinking.
A man who never takes vacations now suddenly says heās taking one for a week?
If thatās not seeing ghosts, what is?
"You couldnāt possibly be taking a week off just to take care of me, could you?" Jane Sampson produced this thought in her mind because one week was approximately the time it would take for her hand to heal.
James Black silently split half of a vegetable bun into Jane Sampsonās bowl and, without a reply, lowered his head and started eating his breakfast.