The cold needle pierced Janes arm over and over, drawing out tube after tube of blood for testing. Her pale lips maintained a smile throughout. He was indeed very concerned about Blanche Ingram, not allowing the slightest error.
Hehe...
She was desperate but not willing to accept defeat. She couldnt believe that their past love was all an illusion. She knew Edward Rochester had been sincere with her. He was just emotionally fastidious and a filial son, which led to his deep misunderstandings about her.
It didnt matter. She was willing to take the initiative. She could take ninety-nine steps towards him, as long as he would open his arms to welcome her.
"Mr. Rochester, Miss Eyres blood is fine. Its just..." The doctor hesitated.
"Just what?" His brows furrowed deeply, his eyes shooting out a cold fierceness.
"Miss Eyres body is too weak for blood donation," the doctor said, concerned. She needed a blood transfusion more than Blanche Ingram did.
Edward looked deeply at Jane, who was swaying and feeble, a flicker of complexity crossing his eyes before it was quickly overshadowed by anger: "Draw it!"
The doctor looked at Jane with concern but ultimately succumbed to Edwards imposing presence.
"Wait..." Jane支撑 herself on the armrest, sitting up as straight as she could, and looked at Edward: "Now that the blood has been tested, its my turn to make demands, isnt it?"
"You..." His cold eyes burst with a blood-like chill, regretting the momentary softness in his heart.
She had always been a woman who would stop at nothing, how could he be blinded by her伪装 exterior again?
"Speak," he said concisely, unwilling to engage in more conversation with her.
"Very simple, agree to my three conditions, and you can draw as much blood as you want," she said, though she held the main control, she felt infinitely desolate, low into the dust.
Edward did not respond, only glaring at her with anger.
The cold air came, and she shivered, biting her lip fiercely, and said stubbornly: "First, you are not allowed to divorce me within two years and must fulfill your duties as a husband. Second, you cannot retaliate against John Reed. Third... I havent thought of it yet, I will supplement it later."
"Hahaha... What a Jane Eyre, taking the opportunity to threaten me, right?" His face was clearly laughing, but his eyes were a cold pool of frost.
"You can think so if you want," she said. Now whatever she said, he would misinterpret it.
"You think without you, I wont find other panda blood, do I have to be blackmailed by you?" He was so angry that he grabbed her neck.
The air in her lungs was gradually being drawn out, and the smile on her lips did not decrease. She squeezed out a sentence with difficulty: "If you still have a choice, you wont come to me."
Her thoughts were seen through, as if she had been slapped in public.
He let go of her heavily, and Jane almost fell off the chair.
"Not good, not good, the patients blood pressure is below (42/23), and a blood transfusion is needed immediately," the nurse rushed over, sweating profusely.
Four eyes looked at each other, and Jane did not back down: "You can force me, but Blanche is so weak that no one can guarantee that there wont be a next time."
"Okay, I promise," he shouted, his voice like thunder, scaring everyone.
"What are you still doing here? Take her to the operating room quickly," he roared like a lion, losing his usual calm and elegance.
"Write it down on paper, I dont want empty promises," Jane insisted, not knowing if she would come out alive after this trip.
Edward had never been so embarrassed, defeated by a woman several times, unable to resist.
He snatched the record card from the nurses hand, quickly wrote down her three conditions, signed it, and threw it on her face.
His handsome face was gloomy like a raging Satan: "Is this okay?"
Jane bent down to pick it up, carefully folded it, and put it into her pocket: "Nurse, please lead the way."