Chapter 1147 - 1154: What Should I Do?

She was getting better and better at being coquettish, and it became more and more lethal.

"I need a hug," sighed James Black. "You weren’t hurt when that car hit us today?"

"No," Jane Sampson shook her head. "At that time, I was holding a pillow. When the collision happened, I just happened to hit my pillow, and Lucy, because she was in the co-pilot seat with a seatbelt, was also fine."

It was only then that James felt relieved. He had asked many times, fearing that she might be hiding some discomfort and not dare to say it.

His little miss always worried about troubling others.

Jane’s hand slipped from below James’s arm and tightly hugged his waist. She pressed her face against his chest, and images of seeing him at the hospital uncontrollably filled her mind.

It was quite unexpected. Jane simply glanced once more at the gate of Operation Room Two and unexpectedly saw a very familiar silhouette.

So familiar that she couldn’t help but walk towards it.

Later, she confirmed it was him.

At that moment she was held in his arms, Jane could feel James’s panic and helplessness.

Jane gently called out to James.

She asked, "What were you thinking about when you thought I had died?"

James didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he raised his hand and gently pressed it on top of her head.

He took a deep breath.

After a while, he slowly began to speak.

"At that time, I was thinking about how I would face a lifetime without you," James sighed softly, "I kept thinking, and it seemed like I could never accept you disappearing from my life."

"And now I’m thinking." James’s gaze gently fell on Jane’s side face. "I’m glad I’m a bit older than you so that when I’m old, I’ll be the first to go. That way, I won’t have to face a life without you."

James slightly tightened his arms, "Jane Sampson, if it weren’t for this bizarre misunderstanding, I wouldn’t have known how cruel and frightening it would be for me to live in a world without you."

Being used to her presence and her playful antics, if she were gone, his world would instantly revert to silence.

Terrifyingly so, to the extent that he could barely bear the thought.

Now, as he held her like this, he was still afraid.

"So, Jane Sampson, take good care of yourself. Even if you die, you have to die after me," he commanded, his statement ending with a gentle sigh.

Just like his assertiveness, yet it also masked his fear.

"Jane Sampson, I want to kiss you."

He suddenly said.

Seriously, staring straight at her.

Jane was slightly startled, her ears turning a faint red, then she softly hummed in agreement. Then, rising on her tiptoes, she brought her lips close to his.

It wasn’t the heat she remembered.

His lips were a bit cool.

Cool enough to make her heart tremble slightly, a sourness almost rushing straight out from the depths of her heart.

"Jane Sampson, I want you," he said.

With that, he still lifted her up, step by step toward the bed. Only when he gently laid her down on the soft bed did he lightly press down, his lips gently grazing her forehead as he asked in a low voice, "Is it okay?"

"I’m fine," Jane Sampson replied softly, tightly clutching the buttons of his coat.

He knew he was still worried about her body.

"If it feels too much, just tell me, and I’ll stop." Once she nodded, James no longer suppressed the emotions at the bottom of his heart, and kissed her fervently yet cautiously.