Rock Bell thought about it for a moment, and what Jane Sampson said was indeed correct.

James Black is not an ordinary person, his information is indeed protected.

"That’s right, I didn’t think it through. I’ll help you reject it directly," Rock Bell, having thought it through, didn’t try to persuade Jane Sampson anymore.

"During these few days, rest well at home. I’ll slowly pick the script for you. Once you’ve recovered your health, we can talk about work," Rock Bell comforted Jane Sampson, "Anyhow, your popularity online has been consistently high recently. Just send a tweet casually and you’ll be visible."

While chatting with Rock Bell, Jane Sampson didn’t notice the person walking down the corridor. Given James Black’s silent footsteps, she couldn’t hear any movement from him.

It wasn’t until a tall, large shadow blocked the light in front of her that Jane Sampson looked up in bewilderment.

"Why are you back?" Jane Sampson instinctively tried to stand up, but having squatted for too long, her feet went numb, causing her to fall back on the ground.

"Why squat at the doorway like a guardian deity instead of going inside?" James Black reached out and lifted her up from the ground.

Hearing James Black’s voice, Rock Bell said they’d talk next time, then swiftly hung up the call.

Jane Sampson listened to the buzzing sound in the receiver before putting her mobile phone into her pocket, tucked both hands into her coat pockets, and with a mischievous glance at James Black, said, "I want to."

Just after the retort, next second, James Black flicked his finger on her forehead, "Your willingness is truly incomprehensible and unconvincing to ordinary people."

As he spoke, James Black laid his entire palm on Jane Sampson’s forehead, "Are you still feeling unwell? Does your face feel hot?"

James Black was worried about Jane Sampson’s physical health, as her constant fever, subsiding and recurring over the last few days, left lasting effects. That’s why he made time to come back specifically to check on her condition.

"I’m fine~" Jane Sampson shook her head, tossing James Black’s palm aside, and walked around behind him, slowly turning her back to him as she pretended to look at the outdoor scenery, then casually said one sentence, "Open the door~"

James Black’s eyes followed her movement from the front to the back. Hearing her say open the door, James Black naturally took the key out of his pocket and opened the door.

The key wasn’t kept with him; he left it in the office upon arriving that morning. Just now, upon returning, he guessed that Jane Sampson might be back home and worrying she might be resting, he detoured back to the office to fetch the key first.

The moment the door opened, Jane Sampson, originally standing behind him pretending to look outside, swiftly dashed inside, giggling all the way into the bedroom.

James Black understood now.

He closed the door behind him and followed her into the bedroom, leaning at the bedroom entrance, watching Jane Sampson leap directly onto the bed, smilingly asking, "Your willingness seems to be based on not taking the key when you go out."

Lying in the bed, Jane Sampson buried her head into the quilt, kicked her feet towards James Black, "Bother you~"

It’s good to know, but why say it out loud and expose her perfect disguise?

"Didn’t bring the key so squatted at the doorway. If I hadn’t come back now, would you squat at the doorway until twelve? Why didn’t you go to the practice field to find the key?" James Black sat beside Jane Sampson, patting her head area through the quilt, "Also, when I was at the practice field, I asked you to come over. Why did you turn around and run?"