His every kiss, the lightest touch of his fingertips, they were all so gentle as if they were caressing cotton, fearful that the slightest force would cause her pain.
"James Black, I'm really okay," Jane Sampson slowly opened her eyes and looked down at the person so close to her.
If just now she couldn't truly feel James Black's emotions, then, at this moment, Jane really felt them.
This man, who was like a wolf, still worried about her at this time.
Jane wasn't James Black, so she couldn't understand the agony he must have suffered while she was all over the hospital taking care of the driver's procedures, facing what he thought he might see.
And how devastating it must have been for him to hold her and say that if one were to die, she too must die after him.
Her words made him slightly lift his head and look at her. After being quiet for a few seconds, he said, "Kiss me."
Without any hesitation, Jane delivered her lips to his, embracing him tightly, kissing him forcefully.
