"Taking you for morning exercise?" Rock Bell immediately thought of the reason, "Whoās to blame for you being lazy and lacking exercise in the first place? Heās doing it for your own good. You have no right to be mad. I wholeheartedly support what heās doing."
"Sister Tin, donāt judge me. Youāre always sitting in the office all day and you donāt exercise either," Jane Sampson protested. "If you can do it, why canāt I?"
"Because Iām lucky to have found a husband who wonāt drag me out of bed at 5:30 in the morning to exercise," Rock Bell chuckled, "Daniel Taylor is always so busy, his feet donāt even touch the ground. Whenever he takes a vacation, he just wants to stick to the bed and not come down. Itās unlikely heās going to be so cruel as to drag me to exercise. The only exercise he likes involves the bed with me."
"..." Jane Sampson couldnāt handle Rock Bellās sudden shift to ādrivingā mode, so she quickly changed the subject. "Sister Tin, letās get to the point. You definitely have other reasons for calling me."
"Even after being married for so many years, you still get embarrassed so easily," Rock Bell teased before getting to the point. "Thereās a reality show next month on the 20th inviting you and James Black to participate. Itās a coupleās interactive reality show. A few episodes have already aired, and I found it quite interesting. I wanted to get your thoughts."
Even though she was mad at James Black, Jane Sampson still kept her wits about her.
"No way. James Black cannot appear on screen," Jane Sampson said.
"I know. I already told the program crew that James Black canāt be on camera. Director King over there said theyād only film his back or just focus on his hands during the questionnaire," Rock Bell explained. "James Blackās face wonāt be shown."
"Thatās still not okay. What if someone recognizes James Black just by his back or hands? Itās not out of the question. People who know him can definitely recognize him," Jane Sampson insisted.
She was genuinely concerned. For example, if someone saw James Black on TV during his mission and identified him from the closeup of his hands, that would be a big deal.
The people James Black interacts with arenāt blind or stupid; theyād definitely recognize him from a back view or a close-up shot.
"Alright, Iāll tell the program crew about your situation. If they have no other solution, weāll decline," Rock Bell nodded. "And itās a coincidence that the recording date is next month on the 20th, which happens to be the anniversary of you and James Black getting your marriage certificate, right?"
"Yes," Jane Sampson nodded.
"Your Father Black gave you a JSY. What are you going to prepare for your Father Black?" Rock Bell was purely gossiping out of curiosity.
Jane Sampson didnāt respond immediately. She walked to the place near the study in the living room before speaking up.
"Iāll give him a big wax gourd!" Jane Sampsonās temper flared, and she glanced at James Black in the study, deliberately shouting, "I hate James Black the most! What anniversary? I donāt even want to spend it with him! Heās so annoying. He doesnāt even help massage my sore feet. He doesnāt care about me at all. Iām not giving him any gift!"
With that said, Jane Sampson withdrew her gaze and continued loudly, "Donāt ever bring up James Black with me again. I canāt stand him!"
"..." Rock Bell was at a loss for words.
Jane, the Drama Queen Monkey King of Sampson.
Those words werenāt meant for her to hear; they were directed at James Black, with her using the phone call as an excuse.
Rock Bell wasnāt worried at all about Jane Sampson and James Black fighting. With Jane Sampsonās soft and warm temperament, Father Black could easily coax her, and sheād be smiling sweeter than candy again.