But once he held her in his arms, Jane Sampson couldn’t break free no matter how hard she struggled.
She bought him rabbit Kris, which he criticized as ugly, and yet he insisted on holding her?
Jane thought to herself that she really didn’t want to indulge Jas Black’s pesky flaw, dreaming of transforming into a strongwoman and kicking him away with one foot.
Jas Black wasn’t blind, of course he knew the woman in his arms had been watching him the whole ti. His laughter continued until he lay down and took her into his arms, and then he stopped to ask, "Why haven’t I seen you take your dicine from last night to now? Didn’t the doctor prescribe you anything when you were discharged from the hospital?"
"dicine!" Jane imdiately sprang to life, raised her hand to smack her forehead in annoyance, "Yes! I stuffed it into my suitcase and forgot about it!"
eting Jas Black’s gaze for a second, Jane felt as if she saw contempt for her in his eyes.
Jane thought to herself that if Jas Black didn’t ask, she would probably wait until the next ti she used her suitcase to rember the dicine.
"Stay lying down, I’ll get it for you," feeling the person in his arms intending to get up, Jas Black pushed her back down and added, "Pig brain."
Looking at Jane Sampson, who lay there giggling and laughing at him, Jas Black finally rose and went to the cloakroom to fetch the suitcase Jane just brought with her.
Her dicine was indeed well-placed in her suitcase, two types of it: one was anti-inflammatory, and the other helped her hand recover.
Jas Black took the items out and returned the suitcase to its spot before bringing out the dicine. He even went to the living room to pour Jane a cup of warm boiled water.
"Jas Black, you’re really good to !" Jane smiled while holding the water cup, essentially giving Jas Black a card of appreciation.
"Hmm," Jas Black uttered indifferently, wishing she could look at him with that sa admiration when he told her to avoid snacks, which would save him a lot of trouble.
There were only two types of dicine, not many. Jane swallowed them all in one go, and after that, she opened her mouth wide and bragged to Jas Black with a triumphant "Ah," saying "See, I’m really good at taking dicine, aren’t I?"
Jas Black took the empty cup, flicking her forehead with his hand, "Are you really that proud of this?"
As a child, she was like a dicine pot, only getting physically stronger bit by bit as she grew older. Her ability to take dicine was sothing trained from a young age.
But seeing Jane so pleased with herself, Jas Black didn’t drown her enthusiasm with cold water. After taking the empty cup and dicine out, he placed Jane Sampson’s dication on the tea table, to help him rember to remind her to take it.
The person causing the most commotion before their nap was Jane Sampson, restlessly moving about in his arms for a good while before falling asleep. When the alarm clock went off, it was Jane Sampson who didn’t want to wake up.
In the end, it was through carrying that Jas Black took the woman from the bed to the restroom to wash up. After she washed her face and perked up, he led Jane out the door.
The traffic on the road was better than Jane had initially anticipated, and when they arrived at the company, it was only 2:40.
A woman, accompanied by a man—a tall and handso one at that—entering the company together was bound to turn heads, even in a company filled with many handso n and beautiful won.
Jane felt relieved as she walked, thankful that she had fully disguised herself before heading out. From the reception area, nobody could recognize her; everyone was simply curious about the identity of Jas Black, wondering if he might be a new male model signed by the company.
"Huh, Jas Black is here too?" Rock Bell was surprised to see the two of them enter the office.
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