Chapter 1085 - 1093: Too Lazy to Answer

James 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.

James Black turned his head to look at it for a moment, then pressed to dismiss the call without intending to answer it.

This action from James Black hooked Jane Sampson’s attention.

"Someone’s calling you, why aren’t you answering?" Jane Sampson nudged James Black; nobody would make a call to James Black for no reason.

Therefore, since someone was calling James Black, they must have needed him for something.

"Trash call, can’t be bothered to answer," James 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 James Black’s explanation, lightly furrow her brows.

Jane Sampson took a glance at James Black, thinking quietly to herself.

If it was just a trash call, indeed James Black would be too lazy to answer, but there should be no irritation triggered in James Black.

Yet seeing that he had no intention of answering or explaining further, she did not press him with more questions.

James 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 James 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?" James Black was somewhat surprised to see Jane Sampson yawn.

But when she hummed in response, James Black did not disturb her further and simply said, "Then go to sleep."

After saying that, James 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.

James Black, seeing Jane Sampson, who had closed her eyes, open them and glance at him, immediately 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 James Black’s arms.

Someone who in the past wouldn’t do anything but play games on her phone until twelve o’clock, now able to fall asleep before nine o’clock, was clearly extremely tired.

After removing her makeup, James 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.

James 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 time with her whenever he could.

He aimed to make up for the time 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 James Black persisted relentlessly.

James Black’s brows furrowed deeper and tighter.

It was only after the phone lit up for the fifth time that James 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 James Black reached the terrace, his entire aura turned several degrees colder than the night breeze.