Jas Black had just thought about speaking to her regarding the Twitter post Mona Calm had published when the mobile phone next to him suddenly started ringing.
Jas Black turned his head to look at it for a mont, then pressed to dismiss the call without intending to answer it.
This action from Jas Black hooked Jane Sampson’s attention.
"Soone’s calling you, why aren’t you answering?" Jane Sampson nudged Jas Black; nobody would make a call to Jas Black for no reason.
Therefore, since soone was calling Jas Black, they must have needed him for sothing.
"Trash call, can’t be bothered to answer," Jas Black casually tossed his phone onto the bedhead cabinet, not caring in the least about the rather loud clang as the phone hit the desktop.
But it was this particular clang that made Jane Sampson, who had originally believed Jas Black’s explanation, lightly furrow her brows.
Jane Sampson took a glance at Jas Black, thinking quietly to herself.
If it was just a trash call, indeed Jas Black would be too lazy to answer, but there should be no irritation triggered in Jas Black.
Yet seeing that he had no intention of answering or explaining further, she did not press him with more questions.
Jas Black was no three-year-old child, after all; she didn’t need to watch his every move constantly.
As if she had noticed nothing, Jane Sampson lazily laid her hand on Jas Black’s waist. Then, she yawned softly, the drowsiness gradually overcoming her.
After several days of continuous filming, though it was not late now, as soon as Jane Sampson touched the bed, she couldn’t help but want to make up for all the sleep she had missed the previous days.
"Feeling sleepy already?" Jas Black was sowhat surprised to see Jane Sampson yawn.
But when she humd in response, Jas Black did not disturb her further and simply said, "Then go to sleep."
After saying that, Jas Black turned off the light and lay down, once again gently holding her in his arms.
However, just as he had settled down, the mobile phone rang again.
Jas Black, seeing Jane Sampson, who had closed her eyes, open them and glance at him, imdiately silenced the phone by putting it on silent mode.
After a whole day of shooting and then washing up, Jane Sampson was truly exhausted and sleepy, so it didn’t take long for her to fall into a light sleep in Jas Black’s arms.
Soone who in the past wouldn’t do anything but play gas on her phone until twelve o’clock, now able to fall asleep before nine o’clock, was clearly extrely tired.
After removing her makeup, Jas Black could even see the dark circles under her eyes.
It was clear that these few days back with the film crew, she had really lacked rest.
Jas Black felt a pang of distress for Jane Sampson’s toils; if he could, he would wish for her to have a more relaxed and joyful life.
But this path was her own choice, her pursuit, what she desired; hence, while he felt for her, he could only help her to keep moving forward.
The only thing he could do was spend more ti with her whenever he could.
He aid to make up for the ti lost over the past years and, going forward, recover it little by little.
And also, as much as possible, provide her with better resources to make her journey a bit easier.
Jane Sampson had already fallen asleep, but the number that kept calling Jas Black persisted relentlessly.
Jas Black’s brows furrowed deeper and tighter.
It was only after the phone lit up for the fifth ti that Jas Black carefully withdrew the hand that held her and moved gently off the bed, taking the phone to the terrace.
It happened in the blink of an eye.
Once Jas Black reached the terrace, his entire aura turned several degrees colder than the night breeze.
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