"Tomorrow morning, before I go back, I’ll get breakfast ready for you. Remember to eat breakfast when you head out," James Black reminded Jane Sampson, "After breakfast, don’t forget your medicine."

Jane Sampson turned her body, hooked her foot, and pulled the quilt over herself, then continued chatting with Bright Sampton on her mobile phone.

James Black stared at her for a few seconds without hearing a reply from her.

He pressed down on her through the quilt, cupped her chin with both hands, forcing Jane Sampson to look at him. Only then did he snort and speak, "Answer me."

"I heard you," Jane Sampson quickly replied, not daring to brush him off. If she had even a hint of dismissiveness, James Black would have taken care of her.

She hurriedly sent Bright Sampton a voice message saying she was going to sleep, then obediently put her mobile phone down to charge and snuggled into James Black’s arms.

"Time to sleep," Jane Sampson lifted her head and kissed the corner of James Black’s lips.

Only then did James Black turn off the bedroom light.

However, holding Jane Sampson, he didn’t feel much sleepiness.

James Black wasn’t sure if beneath Jane Sampson’s calm and even playful expression, there were any emotions being suppressed.

She chatted and laughed with him as usual, as if the events of the past two days had no impact on her.

James Black’s fingertips lightly touched Jane Sampson’s forehead intermittently, sensing the woman in his arms burrowing closer into him, not minding the warmth pressing against him. Later, her breathing gradually steadied, slowly drifting into sleep.

After a long time, James Black settled down.

In his heart, James Black thought that he should make more time to care for Jane Sampson during this period.

Having gone to bed early last night, Jane Sampson got up early the next day.

But no matter how early she was, it wasn’t as early as James Black.

When she woke up, James Black had already left, and he had also packed her luggage, placing the suitcase next to her, leaving it open for her to easily toss in anything she might remember she’d forgotten.

The breakfast James Black bought was on the tabletop. Jane Sampson slowly finished breakfast before changing clothes.

It was as if she was right on cue; as the doorbell rang, she had just finished applying her lipstick.

Coco Edwards came in, glanced at Jane Sampson, and asked, "All packed? Do you need my help? Mr. Carter is already waiting for us in the car downstairs. Mr. Carter and his assistant will be taking our car together to the airport."

"I’m ready!" Jane Sampson pulled out a 22-inch suitcase from the bedroom.

Coco Edwards looked at it, stunned.

"You brought back a very small one, didn’t you?" Coco Edwards asked, "How much stuff are you taking to the film crew this time?"

"Apart from a few clothes, all the rest are food," Jane Sampson proudly shook her head, "Bright Sampton brought me lots of delicious stuff from abroad. I hid them, successfully fooling everyone, so I have to quickly take them to the film crew and eat them slowly."

Jane Sampson laughed, "I can’t eat all of this, but isn’t there you and Harry Little Money?"

After saying this, Jane Sampson hooked her arm around Coco Edwards, whose expression seemed helpless, and headed out the door.

When Jane Sampson got downstairs, James Carter was waiting outside the car for her.

She thought James Carter had been waiting for a long time and felt the car was a bit stuffy, so upon seeing him, she rushed over with her suitcase. "Slow down, we aren’t in such a hurry," James Carter called out, his voice excessively gentle, calming the anxious Jane Sampson.

The driver took the suitcase from Jane Sampson and put it in the trunk, and James Carter turned to let Jane Sampson get in first.