Chapter 1915 - 1923: What You Like

Coco Edwards shot a cold glare at Jane Sampson’s belly, unable to stop herself from asking.

"When did your belly ever stick out?" Since Coco Edwards knew Jane Sampson, she was always slim, so her belly had always been flat.

Coco Edwards reached out towards Jane Sampson’s belly and smiled slightly, "When your belly finally sticks out, your Father Black should be happy enough to give me a bonus."

"Why?" Jane Sampson asked, "If I’m pregnant, why give you a bonus? Shouldn’t it be me getting the bonus?"

"Who said anything about being pregnant? The credit for being pregnant doesn’t go to me, it goes to your Father Black. What bonus would I get? What I’m saying is, when you finally gain a little belly, your Father Black will be delighted to give me a bonus. It’s so hard to fatten up you little pig."

After saying that, Coco Edwards shook her head and sighed, "Your Father Black is probably the most exhausted pig farmer."

Jane Sampson was speechless, chose to ignore Coco Edwards, turned around, flipped her ponytail, and went to grab some food.

After eating at the hotel, Jane Sampson rushed off to the theatre. The afternoon’s drama went smoothly, but the evening’s script kept running into problems, and by the time she finished work and returned to the hotel, it was over one o’clock in the morning.

Back to hotel, Jane Sampson was utterly exhausted, took a bath, and had no appetite for the food Coco Edwards prepared for her, lay on the bed and fell asleep almost instantly, unaware even when Coco Edwards left her room.

The entire hotel was basically film crew personnel, at this time the hotel was silent; in the corridor, no sign of anyone.

a.m.

A figure dressed in black appeared in Jane Sampson’s doorway.

He pulled out a room card from his pocket and swiped it, walked right in.

The soft footsteps and door opening sound didn’t disturb the sleeping person in the bed.

The person who entered tiptoed towards the bed, gently sat on the bed edge, and reached out to tug at the quilt covering her, freeing her head from the quilt.

"Hmm~" The person in the bed grumbled dissatisfiedly, and then suddenly woke up, startled like a frightened bird.

"It’s me, James Black."

James Black, sitting next, knowing he startled Jane Sampson, quickly spoke up and reached out to steady her shoulder.

"Don’t be afraid, it’s me." James Black pulled the shocked person into his arms, "Always told you, but you love to bury your head under the quilt."

Startled, Jane Sampson woke up.

She gazed blankly at James Black, "Why did you suddenly come?"

Jane Sampson asked in bewilderment, still a bit dazed from just waking up.

"Didn’t you say you like this kind of surprise?" James Black searched Jane Sampson’s head and even lowered his head to give a little kiss, "So I held back this afternoon and didn’t tell you I’d come over tonight."

"??!!" Jane Sampson stared blankly, no wonder he looked a bit strange when he asked her that question at noon.

"James Black, is your romance always with cold humor?" Jane Sampson gave James Black’s arm a punch, "You really almost scared me to death just now, no surprise there, but plenty of fright."

After complaining about James Black for a moment, Jane Sampson continued to ask, "Why did you come looking for me so late?"

"I tripped you at noon, came over to see if you got hurt." This matter had been hanging in James Black’s mind for one afternoon and one night.