Peter Gingery was dumbfounded by Jane Sampsonâs shout.
In his mind, he smirked, thinking now she dares to shout so loudly, she better not expect him to save her later.
After shouting at Peter Gingery, Jane Sampson sluggishly went to brush her teeth, and standing in front of the mirror, she turned her head and saw the red marks on her neck and touched them with her hand.
James Black must be part-wolf, part-dog, right?
She twirled in front of the mirror and, after washing up, she rummaged through the wardrobe to put on a scarf.
With the New Year comes a new look, and Jane Sampson was dressed head to toe in brand new clothes, which put her in a very good mood.
When Peter Gingery saw Jane Sampson again, he glanced at her scarf and teased, "Youâre dressed festively enough for the year, but do you really need to wear a scarf indoors?"
"Whatâs it to you?" Jane Sampson shot Peter Gingery a look, and seeing James Black busy in the kitchen, she casually asked, "Why did you come so early in the morning? Didnât you go back to the Black Residence to celebrate the New Year last night?"
"Didnât go back. I gave the teammates who live far away and havenât been home for many years the New Yearâs vacation first. Our house is in the Capital Province, itâs very convenient to go back anytime," Peter Gingery shook his head, "I came to pick up some stuff for my brother and decided to stay here for the fun of it."
Peter Gingery stood up and made a measuring gesture above Jane Sampsonâs head, "Another year has passed and you didnât get any taller, still a little shorty."
Jane Sampson was so provoked by Peter Gingery she wanted to hit someone.
Just as she was about to retort, Peter Gingery annoyingly said, "Oh, right, sorry, I forgot, youâve aged, youâre almost an old woman in her thirties, of course, you wonât grow taller, just wrinkles and crowâs feet."
Jane Sampson, fuming, flung her slippers at Peter Gingery and stood stamping her foot, shouting towards James Black in the kitchen, "James Black, I am going to kick Peter Gingery out, do you have an objection?"
James Black in the kitchen agreed amiably, "Whatever makes you happy."
Jane Sampson didnât hesitate to start pushing Peter Gingery towards the doorway.
Peter Gingery clung to the sofa, refusing to let go, and whispered to Jane Sampson, "If you kick me out now, you will regret it. Youâre in for big trouble and you donât even know it? Donât you think you should reflect on the horrible things youâve done to my brother?"
"What did I do?" Jane Sampson became anxious from Peter Gingeryâs words, "Iâve just woken up, what could I have possibly done? Stop scaring people with your nonsense!"
"Even when youâre sleeping you could cause trouble, donât you know?" Peter Gingery grinned wickedly, baring his teeth.
"I could cause trouble while I sleep? What kind of trouble? If anything, that guy would be the one causing me trouble, okay?" Jane Sampson stretched out her hand to pry Peter Gingeryâs fingers loose, insisting on driving him out.
"No, no, no! Iâm still a pure young man, donât talk to me about things with any sort of implications, I tell you, I donât understand," Peter Gingery struggled desperately, while Jane Sampson caught his left hand, then his right, and kept switching as necessary.
It wasnât until Jane Sampson had pushed him several steps back that Peter Gingery played his trump card, "Jane Sampson, Iâm telling you, my brother already knows about those things on Twitter from this morning, you just swagger around, pushing out the one who can save you, youâll be crying later."
Jane Sampson stumbled and plopped down onto the sofa.
Stunned.
"The hot topic from Twitter last night that encouraged me to get together with Mr. Carter?" Jane Sampson held her forehead, "That was one night ago, hasnât the topic been suppressed yet?"