"Mr. Carter, have you had breakfast?" Jane Sampson exchanged pleasantries with James Carter as she bent over to get into the car, pondering in her mind why today Mr. Carter seemed somewhat different.
It seemed like the way he looked at her and his tone of speech was as gentle as coaxing a child.
Jane hadn't finished her sentence when she suddenly felt a sharp pain at the back of her head as she sat down on the chair, instinctively protecting the back of her head and yelping, "Is my hair caught on something?"
"Sorry, my hand accidentally pressed it." James Carter quickly released his hand from supporting the car, revealing several strands of hair in his palm, "Does it hurt a lot?"
James Carter's face showed a bit of guilt.
