With a resolute determination, he took a giant step forward, crossing the threshold of his luxurious private dining room. The weight of responsibility hung heavily upon him as he considered the impending operation. Any unforeseen accident involving Georgia could potentially spell disaster, rendering all his meticulously laid plans utterly in vain.
The hallway outside seemed like a winding maze, each step echoing with a sense of urgency as he ventured farther from the dining room. His deep, commanding voice cut through the hushed ambiance, demanding answers to the enigma that had suddenly engulfed his evening. "What's the matter?"
Du Yue, ever the loyal and efficient aide, walked briskly by his side, relaying the unsettling news. "It appears that, after indulging in some wine, she stumbled into the swimming pool. Fortunately, a vigilant waiter spotted her and came to her rescue."
Jack absorbed this information with a furrowed brow, his expression darkening as he grasped the implications. The confirmation of her drinking only fueled his growing frustration, his thoughts racing back to the operation that hinged on precise timing and careful execution.
Without a moment's pause, he hastened to Georgia's room, a resolute determination etched across his features. As he pushed open the door, he was met with a scene that stirred a whirlwind of emotions within him.
The room buzzed with activity, a doctor and several waitstaff attending to Georgia, who lay on the bed. Her eyes were wide open, but her complexion was pallid, betraying the ordeal she had undergone.
Approaching the doctor with a sense of urgency, Jack inquired, his voice carrying both concern and urgency, "What's the matter?"
The hotel doctor responded in a hushed tone, "She seems to have choked on water and has been coughing incessantly. However, she appears somewhat frightened and has not uttered a word since."
As he surveyed the room, Jack's emotions churned. Worry for her well-being vied with his mounting apprehension, the weight of their shared history hanging in the air like an unspoken promise. He felt a deep responsibility toward her, one that transcended the complications of their relationship.
Taking a moment to deliberate, Jack decided to clear the room, ensuring that Georgia had the tranquility she required in her fragile state.
"All of you, please leave the room," he requested, his voice conveying a sense of determination.
Silently, the doctor and waitstaff complied, exiting the room one by one. Jack closed the door firmly behind them, creating a cocoon of privacy within the opulent hotel suite.
With quiet grace, he moved closer to the bed, his features etched with concern. Georgia lay there, her eyes still closed, an enigmatic vulnerability surrounding her.
Gently pulling a chair closer, Jack seated himself beside the bed, his voice now softened with empathy and care. "What happened?"
There was no immediate response from Georgia. Instead, she clung to the quilt, drawing it tightly around herself as if seeking refuge in its comforting embrace.
Observing her reaction, Jack couldn't help but feel a sense of bewilderment. Something had transpired during their noon encounter at the restaurant, and now it seemed that things had taken an unexpected turn.
With measured intent, he extended his hand, attempting to pull away the quilt, but Georgia clung to it tenaciously, resisting his efforts with an almost childlike determination.
"Georgia?" he called out, his voice laced with a note of concern. But his words fell on deaf ears as she continued to clutch the quilt, her expression a mixture of reluctance and vulnerability.
Unyielding, Jack stood up, tugging the quilt gently from her grasp. Georgia, caught in a whirlwind of emotions, watched helplessly as her shield of fabric was taken away.
"Let me go," she pleaded, her face now flushed with embarrassment, her eyes avoiding his probing gaze.
However, Jack remained steadfast in his intent, eventually settling her back on the bed while carefully tucking the quilt around her. He sought to protect her from any further attempts to shield herself from his inquiries.
As he leaned closer, his gaze penetrating yet gentle, he probed, "Tell me, how did you end up falling into the pool?"
Georgia, her face now a deeper shade of crimson, bit her lip and confessed in a hushed tone, "I... I felt dizzy. I went out for a walk and passed by the pool. It felt as though someone pushed me, and I tumbled in..."
Her words hung in the air, their implications echoing within the intimate space of the hotel room. Jack's mind raced with questions, each more perplexing than the last, as he sought to unravel the mystery that had unfolded before him.