After she finished speaking, James's face suddenly turned cold.
"I said I would cure you, so don't refuse me."
With a cold face, he pulled the quilt to cover her, picked up the report again, and sat next to her.
His thick, long eyelashes drooped down, covering his big, dark beautiful eyes, making it difficult for people to discern what emotions were hidden beneath them.
But there was a faint hint of anxiety lurking between his furrowed brows, so slight that it would be hard to discern if one didn't look carefully.
James had always been good at controlling his emotions. Amelia couldn't see through him, so she couldn't be bothered to guess and lay on her side.
They rarely got along so quietly. It seemed that in the past five years, he had never been with her in this way.
From time to time, Amelia would wonder what kind of position she occupied in his heart.
Why did he always come to her after they parted if she was just a substitute?
This time, he even snatched her away from Jackson in front of so many people.
After being separated for so long, could it be that it was still due to his mental cleanliness and discomfort in his heart that he acted this way?
Or... in his heart, he liked her a little.
Amelia didn't dare to mention the word "love." A man like James would never fall in love with someone so easily.
While she was lost in her thoughts, the phone vibrating interrupted her.
James took out his phone and looked at the number on the screen before answering the call.
"Mr. Evans."
Andrew's respectful voice came from the other end.
"The surveillance footage is done. No one else will know about Ms. Garcia's existence."
"Also, after you left with Ms. Garcia yesterday, Jackson fainted on the spot, so I had to take him to the hospital."
"Well," James responded flatly. "Is he awake?"
Andrew replied, "He just woke up and clamored to see Ms. Garcia..."
"No way," James interrupted him coldly.
Andrew was in a dilemma. "Mr. Evans, after all, he is the president of the Collins Group. Now that they have been looking for him, I can't keep sending people to lock him up..."
The implicit meaning behind Andrew's words was that he could withstand the pressure and temporarily lock Jackson up, but he couldn't lock him up forever.
After thinking for a few seconds, James finally said, "Let him go."
Then, he hung up the phone and looked up at Amelia, who was sizing him up.
In fact, Amelia had already guessed whom he was referring to, so she didn't ask.
It would be fine if he were willing to let go of Jackson. When she recovered a little, she would go to Jackson to thank him.
James stared at the IV drip for a long time. It wasn't until all the liquid in the bottle had been injected that he pulled out the syringe for her.
Amelia glanced at the three bottles of medicine next to her. It seemed that she was going to receive the infusion bottle by bottle.
But James pulled out the needle for her. Did he not want her to get an IV drip?
While she was full of doubts, James suddenly lifted her quilt and picked her up from the bed.
Amelia looked at his profile in a daze and asked, "Where to?"
"Go home," James said flatly as he hugged her.
The home he was talking about was not the No.8 Mansion but his private manor.
This place covered an area of hundreds of acres, and there was a large garden inside. Looking from a distance, it seemed to be a sea of flowers.
It took them a few minutes to drive into the villa building, which showed how big the manor was.
The villa decoration was in French style, simple and bright, not overly dull, but very elegant, suitable for living.
When James put Amelia on the soft bed, she realized he had brought her home.
"Mr. Evans, you..."
She wanted to ask him why he had suddenly taken her home.
She didn't know how to ask him.
She lowered her head and did not dare to look at James.
However, James seemed to have read her mind and glanced at her indifferently.
"You can rest here for a few days before I send you back."
He didn't tell her the reason. He just said one simple sentence to give her an explanation.
When Amelia heard that he would send her home, she was no longer so nervous. As for a reason...
Perhaps because of choking her, causing her to almost break, he felt sorry for her, which was why he took her home to take care of her.
Although the reason was farfetched, she didn't dare to think too much about it.
James helped her lie down on the bed and called the housekeeper in.
"Frank, go and prepare some light food."
"Got it."
Frank answered respectfully and then left.
As soon as he left, James called two maids to prepare some female supplies and help Amelia wash up.
The wound on her back and the symptoms of heart failure made it painful for her to move. She could only rely on others' help if she wanted to wash up.
Amelia was thinking about how to ask James for help, and she didn't expect that he had already seen through it and arranged it for her in detail.
Amelia was touched and couldn't help whispering, "Thank you..."
James didn't reply. He just glanced at her and turned to leave the room.
After he sat down on the sofa on the second floor, he took out his laptop and began to work.
It was not until Frank, the housekeeper, went upstairs with the cooked porridge that he stopped his work. He looked at Frank and said, "Give it to me."
Frank was stunned momentarily and soon realized that James would send porridge to the young lady in the room in person.
No wonder he was working in the sofa area outside. It turned out that he was waiting for porridge here.
Realizing this, Frank quickly handed him the tray in his hand. "Mr. Evans, be careful. It's hot."
James nodded slightly, got up, and walked towards the second bedroom with the porridge.
The maid inside had just finished drying Amelia's hair. When she saw James coming in, she quickly lowered her head and left quietly.
Amelia had been washed very clean, and there was no makeup on her face, which made her look pale and bloodless.
James would probably have thought she had an incurable disease if it weren't for her beautiful features that covered up some signs of illness.
Fortunately, he had read her examination report and found nothing wrong with her except for congenital heart disease, so he didn't think too much about it.
He placed the tray on the bedside table, took out a small bowl of porridge, stirred it with a spoon, and handed it to Amelia.
"Open your month."
Amelia looked at him blankly for a moment, unable to react immediately. The person who was helping her stir the cooled porridge and even feeding it to her was James.
"You don't like it?"
James put down the porridge in his hand, picked up another bowl of lilies porridge from the tray, handed it to her mouth again, and motioned for her to open her mouth with a look.
Amelia finally came to her senses from disbelief when the warm porridge touched her red lips.
She opened her small cherry mouth awkwardly and ate the porridge gradually.
"Do you want more?"
After feeding her spoon by spoon, James picked up the bowl of porridge next to him and wanted to continue to feed her.
Amelia quickly shook her head and said, "I'm full."
Only then did James put down his bowl and wipe the corners of her mouth with a tissue.
Amelia had been with him for five years, but he had never cared for her like this, which shocked her.
She opened her eyes and stared blankly at the man before her.
She always felt that it was unreal.
But James didn't think it was inappropriate at all. He took a tissue and slowly wiped the corners of her mouth.
After wiping it clean, he took out his phone and called Stella, asking her to bring the medical equipment to the villa.
Hearing this, Amelia quickly recovered from her shock.
"I'll be fine after a rest. There's no need to trouble Stella."
James gave her a sidelong glance and said in a domineering tone, "It's up to me to decide if it's troublesome."
Amelia had no choice but to sh ut her mo uth obediently and let him do as he pleased.
James had already left the room when Stella came in with a pile of instruments.
Watching Stella give her medicine and administer IV fluids, Amelia felt embarrassed.
Stella gave her a meaningful smile.
"Ms. Garcia, you're so lucky."
Stella was probably referring to the fact that James treated her differently.
But this difference should only be due to pity.
After all, they had been together for five years, and even the most indifferent person would show more concern upon suddenly finding out that she had heart disease.
Stella didn't know what Amelia was thinking. She applied some tape to the needle on the back of her hand, took a few boxes of medicine, and handed them to her.
"You are so lucky. I just bought a batch of medicine for late-stage heart failure from abroad."
"This batch of medicine may not relieve the countdown on your life, but it can help you relieve some of the pain..."
When Amelia saw the boxes of medicine, her heart warmed.
Although Stella followed James's orders, she could still be considered a benevolent doctor.
She reached out to take those medicines, and after softly saying 'thank you,' she smiled at Stella.
Stella smiled back at her. After telling her to rest well, she turned around and walked out with the medicine cabinet.
James was sitting on the sofa outside, dealing with business. Several phones and computers were in a meeting at the same time.
He was busy to the point of being overwhelmed, yet he remained at home steadfastly, obviously for the sake of the sick beauty in the bedroom.
In Stella's opinion, that sickly beauty was very important to him.
After James hung up the video conference, she walked over.
"Mr. Evans, Ms. Garcia still needs to rest for some time. I will come to give her an infusion on time."
James didn't even look at her. He just nodded indifferently, looking a little tired.
He thought Stella would leave when she finished reporting, but she stood still and stopped talking.
James frowned and asked lightly, "Is there anything else?"
Stella hesitated briefly before asking, "Mr. Evans, do you... care about Ms. Garcia very much?""
Stella thought that Mr. Evans cared about Amelia so much, it would be unfair for him to help Amelia hide her illness.
Hearing this, James raised his head and glanced at her coldly.
Receiving this sight, Stella felt that she had said something wrong. She quickly wanted to apologize, but James spoke before she could.
"For me, she's just a physiological need."
His answer emphasized that his concern for Amelia was limited to this.
Stella was stunned for a few seconds when she heard that.
She thought he was so anxious to take Amelia to the hospital and even brought her home for treatment that he must have cared about her to some extent.
He didn't expect that Amelia was only a physical need for him.
This should also be why he kept her for five years without replacement.
When Stella heard Amelia say she was a substitute, she guessed she was the woman James kept.
She had worked for James for many years and naturally knew he had a mistress, but she had never seen her before. Stella used to think that James hadn't changed his mistress in five years, so he must have fallen in love with her.
Only now did she realize that men were not as emotional as women. They just wanted to meet their physical needs. There was no need to talk about liking or disliking.
Especially for James, who suffered from severe mental cleanliness, if he encountered a suitable woman, naturally would keep her by his side and not change her.
Stella was glad that she had asked such a question. Otherwise, she would have thought that he cared about Ms. Garcia.
She thought that if he cared about it, it would be unfair for him to help Amelia hide her illness.
Now that she knew what he was thinking, she felt nothing.
James had always been cold-hearted. He never cared about the lives of others, nor did he keep useless people.
If he discovered that Ms. Garcia was seriously ill, he would probably abandon her before she died.