Jane Sampson saw the message and was taken aback, instinctively looking over at James Black.
James noticed her gaze but didnāt care much.
Heās realized that Jane Sampson has been acting strangely these past few days, as if sheās taken the wrong medicine, constantly sneaking glances at him from time to time, and sometimes even giggling to herself while sneaking peeks.
James Black had no idea what she was laughing about.
In fact, sometimes James even got the illusion.
Jane Sampson was staring at his rear and seemed to be smiling lustfully.
But then, thinking about Jane Sampsonās easily embarrassed personality, James figured he must have been mistaken.
So, knowing Jane was looking at him, James didnāt bother to ask.
It wasnāt until the car drove out of the parking lot and the residential community that Jane Sampson was still holding her mobile phone and staring at him. James took a moment, while waiting for pedestrians to cross the road, to glance at her.
Seeing her hesitant expression, James finally asked, "Whatās going on?"
Jane Sampson breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that James Black finally noticed her gaze and asked, otherwise she didnāt know if she should mention it.
"Oscar Wilson just sent me a message saying that Rachel Miller is also here," Jane Sampson thought for a moment and tentatively asked, "Since we just left, do you want to consider turning back?"
"Why go back?" James asked, "What would I do back there?"
"You could do anything, watch TV, get some sleep, play on your mobile phone, read a book. By the way, you havenāt practiced calligraphy in a long time," Jane Sampson smiled, "Whatever makes you happy."
"Why would I go back to sleep, watch TV, or play on my mobile phone?" James frowned, "You donāt want me to go with you?"
"No, itās not that~" Jane Sampson scratched her head, "Rachel Miller is there! Didnāt I just say, Rachel is there! Heās there too, are you sure you want to go?"
"Why canāt I go because heās there? Is he carrying swine fever or chickenpox that I need to avoid him?" James scoffed in retort.
Not avoiding is fine, but why be so sharp-tongued?
Jane Sampson paused for a few seconds but couldnāt help bursting out in laughter.
One and a half hours later, they arrived at the mansion.
This seasonās mansion, from the crossroads, was a scene of beauty.
The yellow of the ginkgo trees and the red of the maple leaves echoed each other, with the mansion nestled amid the picturesque backdrop of undulating peaks.
The car followed the signs, driving along the riverside for half an hour until they finally saw the mansion.
What a coincidence.
In the mansionās parking lot, they saw a familiar car.
"James! James! Thomas Lancaster is here too!" Jane Sampson got out of the car first, circled Thomas Lancasterās car, and then stood there waving at James.
James glanced in her direction, nodded, and explained, "This mansion belongs to Thomas Lancasterās family. They might have shares. Maybe Yvette Quick is here too."
"You knew?" Jane Sampson bounced back to Jamesās side, linking arms with him as they entered the mansion, asking as they walked.
"Theyāve been considering marriage recently, perhaps theyāre here to see if itās suitable for hosting a wedding." James explained, "Thomas said Yvette likes outdoor weddings."
Jane Sampson nodded several times repeatedly, "Outdoor weddings are so much fun! This season, the weather is cool and refreshing, and the surrounding scenery is super beautiful. Wearing a wedding dress and getting married here, the scenery is beautiful and the bride is even more beautiful."