Mysterious Mrs. Pansy

Jane lounged lazily on the couch when Patrick, with a face that could suffocate, suddenly leaned down.

Confronted with his intense gaze, Jane retreated, “What are you doing…”

Before Jane could finish her sentence, Patrick’s sexy lips sealed hers.

Lips met, and Jane’s breath paused for a few seconds; an involuntary moan escaped her.

The flames in Patrick’s eyes intensified, and he couldn’t help deepening the kiss.

His dominant and somewhat gentle kiss fell like a storm, leaving Jane no space to catch her breath.

The temperature in the living room gradually rose, rising even more…

After who knows how long, Patrick reluctantly ended this kiss that he would savor for a long time.

He lowered his head, pressing his forehead against hers. His profound gaze, like a vast sea, stared at her intensely. “Jane, promise me, come back to my side, okay?”

“I…” Jane was breathless from his kiss.

At that moment, Patrick’s phone rudely interrupted.

A pleasant ringtone shattered the current ambiguous and enchanting atmosphere.

Jane regained her senses and pushed Patrick away, “It’s your phone.”

Patrick picked up his phone and checked; it was Morton calling.

Shit!

Patrick cursed inwardly.

He hadn’t called earlier or later, and it had to be right now…

Patrick frowned, answered the call with an icy tone, “Morton, what is it?”

“Sir, there’s a high-level meeting at the company today. You need to come to the office.” Morton said nervously on the other end.

Hearing the displeasure in the CEO’s voice, he knew he had called at the wrong time.

Seems like… he’s interrupting the big shot CEO again?

“Not going.” Patrick’s lips lightly parted, exhaling these two words.

Jane was still sick, and he couldn’t leave.

“But…” Morton wanted to say more, but Patrick directly hung up.

“Company matters?” Jane asked.

“Nothing.” Patrick turned his head, glanced at Jane, “You still haven’t given me an answer to the earlier question.”

“Cough.” Jane shifted her gaze, yawned, changing the subject, “I’m tired, going back to rest. You should go to the meeting, and as for that question… I haven’t decided on an answer.”

Patrick’s gaze dimmed for a moment. Suddenly, he reached out and pulled Jane into his arms. “Are you sure you want me to go?”

“Of course, don’t disturb my rest.” Jane hurriedly pushed him away, escaped from his embrace, pretended to yawn, and stood up, intending to go back to her room to rest.

From behind, came Patrick’s low, hoarse voice, “Jane, don’t make me wait too long.”

Jane paused for a moment, pretending not to have heard, and quickly went upstairs.

Back in her room, lying on the comfortable large bed, Jane soon entered the dreamland.

She had a dream.

In the dream, she seemed to have returned to her childhood.

Her mom and dad took her to the park, bought her ice cream, and took her boating. The three of them had a great time together.

However, she couldn’t see her parents’ faces clearly.

“Mom, don’t move, let me see your face,” Jane pulled her mom, pleading.

But her mom kept avoiding her gaze.

With a splash, Jane fell from the boat into the icy lake.

So cold…

Jane faintly heard a splash, feeling as if a bucket of ice-cold water drenched her. She woke up shivering.

Opening her eyes, Jane saw Beatrice and Melissa standing in front of her bed, their faces full of arrogance and anger.

How did they get here?

“Jane, how can you be so shameless, doing such embarrassing things? Hanging out with Osborn while still clinging to your cousin. You shameless and cheap woman! Now you’re sleeping here as if nothing happened!” Melissa carried a bucket of water, pointing her finger at Jane’s nose, scolding loudly.

“Jane, quickly pack your things and get out. You’ve already broken off the engagement with Patrick. Still shamelessly sticking around? The Pansy family won’t allow a woman of loose morals like you to enter. We, the Pansy family, can’t afford such disgrace!” Beatrice’s face was filled with anger.

While speaking, Melissa had already pulled out all of Jane’s clothes and casually stuffed them into her suitcase.

Were they trying to kick her out while Patrick was away?

Jane stared with cold eyes, looking indifferent at the two audacious individuals in front of her. In a calm tone, she asked, “Did you throw water on me?”

Thinking she would either leave in guilt or argue with them, Jane’s casual remark caught Melissa and Beatrice off guard.

Melissa and Beatrice exchanged a glance.

“What’s wrong? Yes, I threw it. What can you do about it? I’m just venting for my cousin. It’s your fault for being shameless, trying to seduce my cousin while having an affair with Osborn!”

Melissa said while opening her phone, tapping on today’s top trending search, “Look at the mess you’ve created!”

Jane glanced indifferently.

The photo from last night in the lounge with Osborn greeted her.

In the photo, the two of them were close, soaking wet.

The accompanying text was even more suggestive, sparking various interpretations.

Jane couldn’t help but frown.

Hadn’t they already clarified last night that Erica had drugged her and Osborn?Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Why were unscrupulous media still making up stories?

No wonder Beatrice and Melissa came knocking early in the morning to scold her.

A sarcastic smile curved Jane’s lips. She got up directly from the bed, without saying a word, grabbed Melissa’s wrist, and forcefully dragged her towards the bathroom.

“What are you doing!” Melissa was caught off guard, trying to break free, but Jane held her firmly.

“Aunt, help me!” Melissa shouted loudly.

She didn’t know what Jane wanted to do, and she couldn’t break free. Melissa deliberately incited Beatrice, taking advantage of Jane’s weakness.

Ignoring Melissa’s struggles and screams, Jane entered the bathroom, pushed her under the shower, and turned on the cold water.

The icy water drenched Melissa from head to toe.

“Ah-”

Melissa screamed, her face turning pale. She tried to escape the shower, but Jane blocked her way.

“Aunt, save me! This woman wants to kill me!” Melissa could only shout for help from Beatrice.

“Jane, release Melissa now!” Beatrice dared not approach and shouted from outside the bathroom.

Jane sneered, “Melissa, you just threw water on me. Now I’m just giving you a taste of your own medicine. Enjoy this cold shower!”

Watching Melissa, soaked and struggling, Jane curved her lips into a faint smile.

Did they really think she was easy to bully?