Jane Sampson, with reddened eyes and a hooked smile at the corner of her lip, smiled within James Blackās arms. That smile hurt her own heart and despite herself, tears involuntarily fell along with it.
Because her body was really exhausted, a few minutes later, Jane finally fell into a deep sleep in James Blackās arms.
Her breathing gradually became stable before James released the small head buried in the quilt; he didnāt quite understand this sleeping habit of Janeās.
So covered up, wasnāt she afraid of suffocating herself?
This sleep was extremely comfortable for Jane; when she opened her eyes, it was almost twelve oāclock.
James was indeed lying next to her, his hand still resting on her waist.
"Did you not sleep? Or did you wake up earlier than me?" Jane asked curiously before throwing back the quilt and sitting up.
Waking up from this sleep made her feel rejuvenated, more comfortable than when she had first woken up just past eight oāclock.
"Woke up early," James replied, "Stay seated, Iāll call a doctor."
James pressed the person attempting to leave the bed back down and he himself was the first to get down and walked to the doorway to call a passing doctor.
Janeās recovery was going well; after the doctor came and examined her condition, he advised that she could be discharged. Upon hearing this, Jane was overjoyed.
"Iāve booked a flight ticket for tomorrow morning back to the Capital Province," James had originally expected that Jane would recover by tomorrow, but her health wasnāt as bad as he thought.
"Then shall I take you to the airport tomorrow?" Jane hastily got down from the sickbed, "And also buy some local specialties for my grandpa and grandparents to bring back to them."
Her willingness to take him to the airport was quite good, but the problem was...
Jamesās eyebrows twitched, "Iāve booked your and my flight tickets, you are returning with me tomorrow morning."
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Jane was bewildered, with a head full of question marks, "When did I say I was going back? I still have to shoot! Most of my script is set in this small town!"
"You didnāt say," James scoffed, "But I did. Tomorrow morning, you must go back with me. Make sure you understand, I said must, not that Iām discussing it with you."
Having said that, James threw Janeās coat directly onto her head, really annoyed by that look on her face that screamed she would not obey to the death.
At this time, James thought, she might as well still be sickly, at least she was more obedient when ill.
"After being discharged, Iāll take you for a meal, then weāll find a hotel to stay," James glanced back and saw Janeās eyes, glistening with tears, furiously staring at him.
James snorted softly and raised his hand to reach for Janeās hand.
Whether she was happy or not didnāt matter; what was important was that he could take her back.
Upon leaving the hospital, Jane took advantage of James being busy ordering food to use her mobile phone to make a call to Daniel Taylor. Her initial plan was to sneak out after James had fallen asleep that evening and have Daniel arrange for a car to pick her up and take her back to the small town.
Unexpectedly, Daniel sounded even more upset than Jane, "You donāt need to rush back. First go back to the Capital Province and recover; these days we canāt even start filming anyway. Two-thirds of the film crew are suffering from acute high altitude disease, each of them lying in bed half dead, we have to wait for them to acclimate for two days. First, weāll shoot other peopleās scripts, and Iāve postponed your drama for a few days."
Daniel also found out only early the next day that Janeās acute high altitude disease was serious enough to have James take a helicopter to the hotel in the middle of the night to bring her to the city hospital, so considering Janeās health and without any other influences, Daniel postponed Janeās script for two days.