"You don't have to change anything? I just want to date you, want to marry you, want to continue developing with you."
His words were clear.
Jane, a battle-hardened celebrity agent, faced with the confession of a young boy at this moment, couldn't help biting her lower lip, her eyes glimmering with light.
The woman said nothing.
The man assumed she agreed.
He raised the hospital bed and then handed over a bowl of spicy soup, spoon at her lips: "Try it, isn't this a specialty from your hometown? See if it's authentic."
Jane's black and white eyes glanced at him, beguiled, and she opened her mouth.
She used to insist that emotions were useless.
Now, here she sinks into them.
With Jack Hugh's attentive care, Jane could get out of bed and move around. The doctor said her recovery was quite good, so going home to recuperate was more convenient and comfortable.
Thus, Jack Hugh drove, and the four prepared to return to Ael.
