Edward Cullen pinched her chin, turning her face towards him. Jane Eyre kept her eyes tightly shut, unwilling to look at him, but tears streamed down, dampening his hand and stabbing painfully into his heart.
“Why? Do you love that damned man so much?”
Without a trace of tenderness, he was more fierce than before, causing Janes forehead to be covered with fine cold sweat, and a faint voice escaped from her teeth, “It has nothing to do with you.”
“Shut up!”
Edwards brows were tightly locked, his eyes turning red with jealousy.
The irritating vibration sound kept echoing in the sultry air. Edward, annoyed, grabbed the phone and smashed it onto the ground. With a bang, the phone shattered into pieces.
Looking at the person under him, with sweat beads soaked under her long closed eyelashes and a pale face like a sheet of white paper, he felt an inexplicable panic in his chest. After a few more rough movements, he withdrew.
With his withdrawal, Jane no longer had the strength to lie on the desk and slid to the ground.
He dared not look at the woman who had been trampled and broken on the ground, straightened up, and left indifferently.
As the sound of footsteps faded away, Jane slowly opened her tightly closed eyelids. The scene around her was in disarray, and a dazzling check was lying on her tattered clothes. A mocking smile appeared on her face.
Every movement of her body hurt, but what hurt more than her body was her crushed heart and self-esteem.
Until the footsteps disappeared completely, Jane dared to go out. The check in her palm was soaked with tears.
She walked to the street in a daze, her thin dress wet by the dense rain. There were few vehicles on the street, and she couldnt hail a taxi at all. She could only drag her tired body to move forward in the rain.
Janes exposed ankles were terrifyingly white. The rain blurred her vision, and her steps began to feel light and floaty. When she finally got home, all her strength was gone, her eyes went black, and she fell onto the sofa.
When she woke up, she found herself lying on a hospital bed.
“Are you awake? You scared me yesterday. How could you come home in the rain with a broken phone? Dont you know you cant get sick?” Noah Calhouns concerned tone was tinged with a hint of blame.
“Im sorry to worry you!” Jane gave a pale smile.
“Its not your fault, its mine. I should have insisted on waiting for you downstairs at the company.” Noah gently touched her forehead; her body temperature was slowly returning to normal.
“Im fine...”
“Jane!”
The indifferent voice interrupted the conversation between the two. Edward Cullen stormed into the ward with a gloomy face.
“Ive already asked for leave for Xiaoyu. Is Mr. Cullen here to visit the patient?” Noah stood up and blocked in front of the hospital bed, his momentum not backing down at all.
“What kind of person are you to her?”
Seeing the intimate atmosphere between Noah and Jane, Edward became jealous and started to speak irresponsibly.
“Ruiyu, Im hungry. Can you go buy me some porridge?”
Jane interrupted the conversation, not wanting Edward to talk nonsense in front of Noah.
“Well, if you need anything, just press the bell, and the doctor and nurse will arrive in time.”
Noah knew that she wanted to talk to him alone.
Edward watched Janes gaze linger on the door of the ward for a long time. He roughly grabbed Jane, his scarlet eyes staring at her: “Jane Eyre, it seems you care about your good friend very much? What if he knew what you looked like under me yesterday, begging me...”
“Snap!”
The rest of Edwards words were interrupted by a fierce slap.
Jane was so angry that she trembled. She fiercely grabbed the bedsheet to keep herself from crying in front of this man.
“Get out... Get out of here!”
Edward sneered and directly blocked the lips that always went against him.