Jackson was not surprised by the result of the bidding.
After Jackson signed the contract, he left the venue and returned to the rest area.
Jackson pushed the door open and walked in. When he saw that Amelia was still asleep, he frowned slightly.
Jackson stepped forward and pushed Amelia, only to find she had fallen into a deep sleep.
Jackson called her a few more times, but she didn't respond.
He had thought she could fall asleep quickly, but now he felt something was wrong.
Amelia could no longer fall asleep. She had fallen into a deep sleep.
He quickly took out his mobile phone and called Erin,
"Erin, do people with heart disease like to sleep?"
In the middle of a meeting at the academic association, Erin was stunned momentarily before remembering who he was asking.
"People with heart disease are more prone to sleep..."
"Are there any symptoms of not being able to wake up once they sleep?"
People couldn't wake up from a heart attack, but heart failure would.
Erin wanted to tell the truth, but he also felt that the young lady didn't seem to want Jackson to know the truth.
"She must be too tired to sleep so soundly. It's nothing serious. She'll be fine when she wakes up."
Erin hesitated for a few seconds, but he still chose to hide it. Respecting the patient's will had always been his medical practice.
Jackson heaved a sigh of relief when he heard that.
Amelia had accompanied him to banquets and bidding in the past two days, so she might be tired.
Jackson hung up the phone and looked at Amelia, sleeping on the sofa.
Jackson clearly remembered that he had put a coat on her before he left. How could it be gone?
He looked around and saw the suit lying in the trash can.
Jackson, who had just relaxed, furrowed his brows again.
Did she really hate him that much?
Did she hate him so much that she even threw his suit into the trash can?
The suppressed sense of loss in his heart was gradually magnified at this moment, which made him very uncomfortable.
"Mr. Collins."
Mr. Smith walked in from outside the door. "The Evans Group is urging us to leave. We have to go."
The Evans Group had never allowed outsiders to stay in the park for long for fear that their information would be leaked.
Jackson withdrew his gaze from Amelia and said indifferently to Mr. Smith, "Go get your car."
Mr. Smith nodded and quickly turned around to leave.
As soon as he left, Jackson stepped forward with a darkened face, picked up Amelia, and went out.
"You hate me, don't you? Then I must touch you!"
A stubborn, paranoid, and forbearing possessiveness made Jackson lose his gentlemanly demeanor.
His eyes were filled with rage and anger that he had never felt before. It was as if this was the most real him!
Everyone was stunned when he appeared at the sight of the executives with Amelia in his arms.
The stubborn desire in the eyes of their president was a little scary.
As Paul walked into the president's office, he saw James standing before the French window with his hands in his pockets and looking down at the floor below.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the calm and proud back, giving people an indescribable sense of loneliness.
"James..."
He called out to him, but James didn't respond.
He walked over and followed his line of sight to look down.
Paul happened to see Jackson carefully carry Amelia into the car.
"The two of them are looking down on us!"
One was a woman James had kept as a mistress, and the other was a man who had talked about marriage with his sister.
Not only did the two of them get together, but they even dared to hug each other in the territory of the Evans Group!
"Do you think Jackson will marry her?"
Just as Paul angrily gnashed his teeth, James suddenly asked this question.
The Rolls-Royce stopped at the gate of the community. Amelia, lying in the back seat, had not woken up yet.
The driver asked Jackson, "Mr. Collins, should I wake Ms. Garcia?"
Jackson turned his head to look at the peacefully sleeping Amelia, feeling a bit reluctant to wake her up.
"You go back first. Leave the car to me."
Hearing this, the driver had no choice but to leave the car keys to Jackson and get out of the car.
Jackson didn't know which building and room Amelia lived in, nor did he know when she would wake up.
After hesitating for a few minutes, he started the car and took her to his villa.
This villa was his real estate. He had planned to live here when he came to Arcadia.
But Ms. Moore insisted on arranging a hotel for them, so he had never been there.
After he parked the car, he carried Amella into the villa.
"Mr. Collins, you are back."
Cora, who was waiting in the villa, hurried over when she saw Jackson.
Jackson nodded and instructed Cora, "Prepare a set of clean pajamas."
Cora glanced at the girl in his arms and dared not ask any more questions. She replied with a "yes" and went out to prepare pajamas.
Jackson put Amelia on the bed in the second bedroom. Looking at her peaceful and beautiful face, the sense of paranoia eased slightly.
He raised his hand and rubbed her hair. The expression in his eyes was so gentle that even he did not notice it.
He sat by the bed and watched her for a long time before asking Cora to help her change into the pajamas.
Then he went to the bathroom, washed up, and returned to the bedroom to look at Amelia.
Seeing that she had turned over and changed her sleeping, he heaved a deep sigh of relief.
It was as if she had passed away silently when she fell asleep.
Jackson was worried that something might happen to her while sho was sleeping, so he was not at ease.
Now that Amelia was safe and sound, he gently closed the door and turned to the main bedroom.
When Amelia woke up, it was already the next day. She looked at the unfamiliar room in a daze. She remembered crying on the sofa yesterday.
She cried so hard that she was out of breath and fainted.
Fortunately, she had taken a lot of medicine before coming to the bidding meeting. Otherwise, she would not be able to wake up.
But she was in the Evans Group yesterday. How did she wake up In such a strange place?
She struggled to sit up, only to find her legs were sore, and she couldn't move.
The medicine was in her bag but on the sofa, which was quite far away from the bed.
When she was about to crawl over to get the medicine, the room door opened, and Jackson entered.
This room had good lighting, and the sunlight shone on Jackson's body, giving him a faint golden glow.
When Amelia saw Jackson like this, she felt like she had seen seventeen-year-old Ryan.
At that time, he also faced the light, pushed open the door of her room, and brought warmth to her.
"You're awake."
Jackson walked in and looked at Amelia with gentle eyes.
"Yeah."
Amelia felt uncomfortable and nodded before looking up at him.
"Where is it?"
"This is my private villa in Arcadia."
So it was Jackson's villa...
Amelia seemed to have thought of something and glanced at him again.
"Then why didn't you refuse the hotel room arranged by the Moore Group before?"
"Miss Ning insisted that you arrange a hotel for me, and if I refuse, she might blame you for not hosting me well, right?"
This made it difficult for Amelia to continue questioning him.
When she was silent, Jackson explained, "You still haven't woken up after I sent you home yesterday. I don't know which building you live in, so I had to take you back to my house first."
Amelia understood and nodded. "Thank you."
Her formality made Jackson feel a little uncomfortable.
However, Amelia didn't notice anything wrong with him. She looked up at him and asked, "Mr. Collins, what's the result of the bidding?"
She didn't go to the scene yesterday afternoon, so she didn't know the final result.
Jackson replied indifferently, "We had won the bid."
Hearing this, Amelia was a little surprised.
Did James not give the development rights to the Moore Group?
Wasn't Ms. Moore his lover?
She couldn't quite figure it out, but she didn't ask any further and said to Jackson, "Congratulations."
Jackson didn't like her polite and distant look. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something but felt that he was not qualified to do so.
Suppressing the strange feeling in his heart, he stepped forward and asked, "Are you hungry?"
Amelia shook her head, only to find that her clothes had been changed.
Her skeptical and shocked gaze fell on Jackson.
"It was the maid who helped you change it."
Sensing the misunderstanding in her eyes, Jackson immediately explained.
Hearing this, Amelia breathed a sigh of relief.
She felt a little uncomfortable and looked at Jackson. "I'm sorry."
Jackson waved his hand and gently said, "It's normal for you to misunderstand."
After he finished speaking, Amelia didn't know how to respond.
She thought that she should get up and leave now.
Just as she was thinking about how to ask Jackson to send her back, she heard him call out to the outside lightly.
"Cora."
A middle-aged woman in her 40s or 50s came in with a plate after answering.
The woman was a little fat, and there was always a gentle smile on her face, looking very kind.
After placing the food tray on the table, she smiled and said to Amelia, "Miss, I don't know what you like to eat, so I prepared some breakfast according to Mr. Collins's taste. You can have some to fill your stomach, and I'll make something delicious for you for lunch later."
Her kindness made Amelia feel a little less uncomfortable. "Thank you."
Cora waved her hand and said, "You're welcome."
After that, she walked out and closed the door behind her.
Amelia felt that Cora must have misunderstood something, so she closed the door for them.
Thinking of this, she felt even more uncomfortable. She quickly struggled to sit up from the bed.
She leaned against the headboard, a little embarrassed, and asked Jackson, "Can you take me home?"
Jackson did not respond. He frowned and asked, "Do you have any other diseases besides cardiopathy?"
Seeing that he was suspicious of her, Amelia's face suddenly darkened.
"I'm not sick ."
"Then why do you even have to struggle to sit up?"
Amelia was stunned for a moment. No matter how well she pretended, Jackson could see through her.
"I have an insufficient blood supply, so I feel weak when tired."
"Insufficient blood supply?"
His tone was full of skepticism, which sounded a bit harsh to Amelia.
She coldly retorted, "Mr. Collins, do you have to hear the word "terminal illness" from my mouth before you believe me?"
Jackson quickly explained, "That's not what I meant. I just think..."
Amelia interrupted him coldly, "No matter what you mean, and I don't have to report my physical condition to you, do I?"
After these words silenced Jackson, the suppressed anger in his heart suddenly burst out again.
"Amelia, can you not talk to me in this tone?"
"What kind of tone do you want me to use to talk to you, Mr. Collins? Begging? Or flattering?"
Amelia stared at Jackson without blinking.
She wanted to see if he still had any conscience.
He was the one who had broken her artificial heart and caused her heart failure. How could he blame her for speaking in such a tone?
She had already refrained from retaliating. Why couldn't she speak to him in such a tone?!