Netizen: Someone next door exposed that this male host is very wild in private, seems to be bisexual, has messy relationships, so he got that kind of disease, needs money for treatment, thatās why heās willing to earn any money.
Netizen: Black! Black for life!
Rock Bell saw these comments on the internet realm and only then felt a sense of relief in his heart.
In such a situation, even if thereās no solid evidence of the black material, netizens still choose to believe it.
Because, with the male host hurting Jane Sampson in the past, everyone subconsciously feels that heās a person without any sense of morality.
When someone dislikes a person in their heart, they can think the worst of them.
This evening, James Black didnāt really rest.
Besides being worried that Jane Sampson might wake up at midnight and secretly feel sad, he was also thinking about how to help Jane Sampson find her parents.
Fortunately, Jane Sampson slept soundly in his arms.
Itās just that last night, she cried too fiercely, so when she woke up in the morning, her eyes were swollen like walnuts.
"Awake?" Jamesās fingertips gently touched her eyelids, and he saw her eyes open a small gap, but soon she closed them again.
"No." Her voice softly responded, and then her head burrowed into his arms.
"Donāt want to get up?" James gently asked.
"Mm." Janeās voice lightly answered him, encircling his waist with both hands, unwilling to speak further.
"Then just lie down a little longer." James indulgently allowed her to stay in bed.
Jane then lifted her eyes to look at James, whispering, "Canāt open my eyes~"
James helplessly ruffled her messy hair, but her strands were still very soft.
"Iāll go get you an ice pack to apply." James patted her small hands holding onto him, "Loosen up a bit, Iāll hold you again later, Iāll go get the ice pack from the refrigerator."
"Not loosening up~" Jane held on even tighter, "Youāre not allowed to leave, donāt go anywhere."
James, having no choice, lay back down, "Then hold on for another two minutes, after two minutes, I must go get the ice pack for you."
Jane neither nodded nor shook her head, and didnāt reply either.
Two minutes passed, she still didnāt let go, but she spoke.
"Actually, I shouldnāt have cried on stage last night, such a good event, I messed it up, the organizer must be really upset." Jane sighed.
"It continued half an hour later," James comforted her, "No one will blame you, because itās not your fault."
"I should have held it in a little longer." Jane gently shook her head.
With that, she suddenly raised her head, looking at James with her puffy eyes, "Why were you there last night?"
"I hurried over after work, wanted to give you a surprise." James had even ordered flowers to congratulate her on winning the award, left in the trunk, but ended up not having the chance to give them.
Thinking about it now, the flowers in the trunk might have wilted, right?
After all, itās this weather, the underground garage is still quite hot.
"Yesterdayās evening party was live streaming, werenāt you caught on camera when you went on stage?" Originally not wanting to get out of bed, upon mentioning it, Jane suddenly sat up, "James, what to do? Will you be in danger?"
"Donāt worry, I wasnāt caught, I avoided the surveillance camera," James said, "No problem, only my back was filmed, not even the side of my face."