Chapter 92: Why Change?

"It's always a mess," James Black chuckled, his broad palm gently patting Jane Sampson on the forehead. Seeing that it was about time, he finally opened the door and left.

The door locked with a soft clang, and Jane Sampson immediately sat up straight in the Bed, cupping her face with both hands, which felt burning hot.

Lately, why had James Black developed this annoying habit of kissing and hugging so frequently?

In her previous life, until her death, James Black never held her so domineeringly and kissed her.

And when sleeping at night, he had never so shamelessly clung to her in bed.

After leaving the hotel, James Black took a cab straight to the city bureau. It was early morning, with few cars and people on the road, so there was no traffic jam. He arrived early. There were two breakfast stalls already set up on the narrow street outside the city bureau. James Black ordered a bowl of porridge and found a seat, then took out his phone to call Peter Gingery and the others.