"Hello, Miss Jane? I'm so glad to see you're feeling better," said Jack was very close to the edge of the bed.
The first time, Jane saw the man smiling kindly at her, which made Jack's face even more stunning.
Moreover, the sun was shining, making her face glow.
Jane was still silent and did not return a greeting from Jack. She was still in a state of confusion. She remembered how he kissed her on the lips. After all these years, Jane could feel that sensation again.
Hadn't she promised herself to be more careful with humans named men?
"Miss Jane, are you still sick?" Jack didn't look awkward when he sat on the edge of the bed.
He was examining Jane's forehead with the back of his hand.
"You don't have a fever. Your face isn't pale either. What's wrong?"
Jack's gaze fell on Jane's unfinished breakfast, "It seems because you haven't finished your meal. How about I help you to eat?"
