Mysterious Mrs. Pansy

“Sure.” Jane rubbed her forehead.

Someone, unknown to her, was plotting against her.

At that moment, Morton knocked on the door. “Mr. President, may I come in?”

Patrick’s crisp voice responded, “Come in!”

Morton entered, walking up to Patrick with great respect. “Mr. President, there’s news.”

“Is it about the person behind Adonis?” Jane eagerly asked.

“Yes, Miss North.” Morton nodded.

“Have you found out who was behind Adonis attacking me?” Jane urgently inquired.

She couldn’t wait to know who hated her enough to manipulate Adonis to kill her.

“It’s Freda,” Morton said in a grave tone.

Freda?

Jane was taken aback.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

It was her!

Jane had considered it before, given Freda’s intense hatred towards her and multiple attempts to harm her. However, when Calvin took Freda away, he assured Jane he would watch over her and prevent her from causing trouble.

Moreover, Jane didn’t think Freda had the authority to engage Adonis.

As if sensing Jane’s doubts, Morton handed her a stack of photos.

Jane took them, looked down, and her gaze fell on the pictures.

Intimate photos of Freda and Adonis.

Morton explained, “Adonis used to pursue Freda, and although he has made a name for himself, he couldn’t forget Freda. So, they formed a partnership.”

“I see.” Jane squinted, suddenly enlightened.

Freda, this woman, was truly insane!

“Have you found Freda?” Patrick’s handsome face darkened, and he asked in a low voice.

Morton shook his head. “Not yet.”

“Why are you still standing here then? Go find her quickly!” Patrick sneered, his tone icy.

“Yes, Mr. President!” Morton responded and left.

In his mind, he sarcastically thought that President Big Shot was again unhappy about being a third wheel…

Jane felt a bit uncomfortable in her arm, shifted her position, and then reached to massage it.

“I’ll help you with that.” Patrick watched Jane struggling to massage herself and quickly took her delicate, white arm, massaging it inch by inch.

His nervous and careful demeanor made it seem like she was his most precious treasure.

Jane smiled wryly. “You don’t need to be so careful; I’m not a delicate vase.”

“But I can’t help it; I feel sorry for you.” He blurted out without hesitation.

Jane suddenly froze, her red lips subconsciously pursing.

This instant shyness of hers fell directly into Patrick’s eyes as he looked up at her.

Their eyes met, and the air seemed to freeze in that moment.

“Well…” Jane felt a bit awkward, wanting to change the subject.

However, before she could do so, Patrick raised his clearly defined palm, cupping the back of her head. His thin lips gently covered hers.

Patrick skillfully parted Jane’s lips, entwining with her.

He wasn’t as hasty and domineering as before, afraid of hurting her. He was gentle and probing, extremely tender.

One hand cupped the back of her head, and the other lightly supported her back, ensuring her comfort.

His tenderness was enough to drown a person…

Just then, Anthony’s abrupt voice echoed, “Miss North, you’re finally awake! I’ve been worried these past few days that you weren’t eating or sleeping well!”

Anthony found some information about Candice and wanted to inform Jane, but he couldn’t reach her. Concerned, he discovered that Jane was in the hospital.

Upon learning that Jane had awakened, he rushed over.

Upon pushing the door open, he witnessed the two deeply entwined in a kiss, surrounded by an atmosphere filled with romance.

At that moment, an instant awkwardness enveloped the room.

“Uh, this…”

Anthony’s expression stiffened. “Ahem, sorry, wrong room, my bad, didn’t mean to interrupt!”

How could he forget to knock when he was so excited and worried about Jane?

Turning around, Anthony was ready to make a swift exit.

Jane’s face was burning, and she quickly pushed Patrick away, noticing his lingering desire. She hastily averted her gaze.

Jane’s eyes fell on Anthony, standing at the door with his back turned, seemingly facing the wall. She said in a low voice, “Why don’t you come in.”

Did she want to embarrass her to death?

Anthony turned around and came in, greeting Patrick, “Unfortunately coincidental, Mr. Pansy. I need to talk to Miss North.”

He looked at Jane, solemnly assuring, “Rest assured, next time I’ll remember to knock!”

Anthony’s words embarrassed Jane even more.

She shifted to the side, maintaining a safe distance from Patrick.

Patrick could tell that although Jane appeared calm, her ears were redder than blood.

He chuckled softly, his thin lips curving, and sat with his arms crossed, not saying anything, just keeping his profound gaze on her.

“Have a drink.” Anthony dropped the awkwardness, “This is a specially cooked blood-enriching soup for you, guaranteed to work wonders and make you lively again.”

“Thank you.” Jane held the soup, took a sip, and the hot broth immediately warmed her cold stomach after two days.

Seeing her recovering a bit, Anthony sat on another chair, looking at Jane hesitatingly.

Jane understood that he had something to say.

Both of them directed their eyes to Patrick, indicating clearly that they hoped he would leave now.

However, Patrick showed no intention of leaving.

He had no intention of letting Jane be alone with another man.

Jane could only clear her throat and issue a dismissal, “Patrick, step out for a moment.”

“What’s the matter? Can’t you let me know?” Patrick looked indifferent.

Jane glared at him irritably, “I asked you to leave, so leave!”

Seeing Jane like this, Patrick helplessly unfolded his crossed legs, put his hands in his pockets, and left the ward, “You guys talk, call me if you need anything.”

Now, there were only Anthony and Jane in the hospital room.

Concerned, Anthony asked, “Ada, are you okay?”

Jane smiled, “Am I not fine?”

Anthony nodded, “As long as you’re okay. I was really worried when I heard you were in trouble.”

“Why did you come to me?” Jane asked.

Anthony took out his phone and opened some information, “I found some information about Candice.”

“Really?” Jane became interested, “What kind of information?”

“Take a look at this picture.” Anthony opened a photo and handed it to Jane.

Jane lowered her eyes and stared at the photo on the screen.

In the picture, there was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl and a young man in his twenties.

The girl had a ponytail and was wearing a white dress. Jane recognized her as Candice.

As for the man… only his side profile was captured, and the contours seemed somewhat familiar.