Jane Sampson shook her head at James Black with an enigmatic expression, "This matter is a long story, you wouldn't understand."
James Black's lips twitched slightly, was there really a long story that he didn't understand?
That was really strange.
After all, Jane Sampson rarely kept anything from him.
"What's that expression?" Jane Sampson glanced at James Black's face, poked his cheek with her hand. At this moment, if she had a tail, it would surely be wagging proudly. "I'm not telling you."
James Black responded with a hum and didn't pursue the matter further. He drove back to the shop where they had previously bought dessert to pick up the items that were paid for, and then returned home.
As they entered, Jane Sampson took the sweet slices from James Black's hand, carrying them all the way to the living room, hopping along and humming a song. She seemed extremely pleased.
