Mysterious Mrs. Pansy

“Okay.” Osborn glanced deeply at her, his eyes full of sadness, then turned and left.

Just now, Patrick referred to Jane as his fiancée, and Jane surprisingly didn’t refute it.

Did she… just accept it?

Osborn felt uneasy.

However, this time, he was indeed in the wrong in front of Patrick.

After all, Jane was severely injured this time, and he had a significant responsibility.

That lunatic, Freda!

Osborn was filled with self-blame; it was because he didn’t handle his relationship with Freda well, leading to the current situation and implicating Jane.

As soon as Osborn left, Jane immediately glared at Patrick. A displeased expression appeared in her watery eyes. “I don’t know when Mr. Pansy and I restored our engagement. Why did you claim I’m your fiancée?”

Patrick’s cold eyes narrowed slightly, and a faint light flashed in the ink-black depths. His thin lips lifted, “Seems like you’re heartless and ungrateful.”

Jane: ???

“It seems you’ve forgotten.” Patrick’s face showed disappointment, hands in his pockets, and he bent towards Jane.

Watching the handsome face enlarging in front of her, Jane leaned back, “What did I forget?”

Patrick approached her, his gaze deep and solemn. “I rescued you, brought you to the hospital. You had a continuous high fever during your coma, clung to me, and said you would marry me in this lifetime.”

Jane squinted her clear eyes, clearly not believing she would say such a thing while unconscious.

She pursed her lips, denying, “That’s impossible.”

“So, you’re heartless and ungrateful,” Patrick looked at her with piercing eyes, as if trying to absorb her soul. “However, this isn’t the first time for you. Time will prove that I am the one in your heart.”

He was so sure about it?

Jane tugged at her lips; this man was truly arrogant.

Although she indeed had feelings for him, seeing his confident demeanor, she suddenly didn’t want to admit it.

Tilting her neck back, Jane kept a safe distance from him. “That’s not necessarily true. Often, the fate of those too confident is to be slapped in the face.”

Saying this, Jane grabbed the mirror cake beside her, the soft and sweet taste entering her mouth, instantly lifting her mood.

At this moment, Jane’s phone suddenly rang.

Jane picked up her phone and looked down.

It was a message from Nana, “Sis, about the Paris Fashion Design Competition I told you last time, have you considered it?”

Jane slightly furrowed her brows. With so much happening these days, she hadn’t had time to think about the design competition.

After a moment of thought, Jane replied, “I’ve been busy lately, haven’t considered it yet.”

Soon, Nana replied, “How about I come to Guavo in a few days, and we discuss it together?”

Jane responded with a “Sure” before looking up at Patrick, “When can I be discharged, according to the doctor?”

“It’s still under observation. Your injuries haven’t fully healed, so there’s no rush. I’ll investigate Freda’s matter for you,” Patrick reassured her in a gentle tone.

Whenever Freda was mentioned, Patrick’s deep black eyes instantly turned cold and eerie.

This woman almost separated Jane from him.

If he hadn’t been concerned about Jane and returned early to give her a surprise, he wouldn’t have been able to appear in time to save her.

Thinking about the situation at that time, Patrick still felt lingering fear.

He wouldn’t let Freda, this lunatic, get away with it!

“I hope to be discharged soon.” Jane disliked the hospital environment, and besides, she had many things to do; she didn’t want to stay here any longer.

“Can I be discharged tomorrow?” She asked while eating cake.

“Not so soon.” Seeing her enjoying the cake, Patrick’s eyes softened. “Besides cake, what else do you want to eat? I can have Amy make it for you.”

Patrick walked to the sofa in the ward as he spoke. Jane then noticed that the coffee table was filled with files and there was a running laptop.

In these two days when she was unconscious, he had been by her side, bringing the company’s affairs here.

Jane felt touched. “I’m fine now. You can actually go back; there’s no need to stay here. I can take care of myself.”

Patrick paused in flipping through the files, and when he looked up, his eyebrows furrowed. His voice was clear as he said, “Do you really not want to see me?”

Jane calmly explained, “No, I’m just afraid of delaying you.”

In the end, she didn’t bring up the topic of asking Patrick to leave. She lay down silently, resting with the sound of him flipping through papers lulling her to sleep.

When she woke up, she smelled something delicious, and hunger woke her.

As Jane opened her eyes, she saw a table beside her bed filled with dishes she loved: yam spare rib soup, stir-fried pig’s blood, hot and sour carrots, bamboo shoots with pork slices, and a bowl of fragrant rice.

All her favorites!

Beside her ear, Patrick’s magnetic voice sounded, “Awake? I’ll feed you.”

Jane:…

Ignoring her speechless expression, Patrick’s well-defined large hand held a bowl of soup to Jane. He scooped up a spoonful and blew gently, bringing it to her lips. “Come on, taste it.”

His magnetic voice seemed to carry some kind of magic. Jane, seemingly influenced, obediently opened her mouth.

Seeing the woman in front of him behaving so docilely, Patrick smiled satisfactorily.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

After Jane had a few sips of the soup, Patrick put down the bowl and picked up the bowl of rice.

Was he planning to feed her one bite at a time?

Looking at the tenderness in his eyes, as dark as the night, Jane snapped out of her daze. “I’ll do it myself!”

“You’re injured; let me feed you.” Patrick dug a spoonful of rice and brought it to Jane’s lips.

“I can do it myself. I’m just injured, not disabled.” Jane took the bowl from him and ate silently with the spoon.

Patrick’s handsome face darkened.

This woman didn’t appreciate it.

After wolfing down the last bite of her meal, Jane sighed, put down the bowl, and looked at Patrick. “Okay, I’m full. Remove these things; I want to sleep.”

Jane lazily stretched, feeling sleepy.

Her body was still in the recovery period, and she needed plenty of rest.

“Wait.” Just as Jane was about to lie down, Patrick suddenly raised his hand, holding her slender waist and quickly narrowing the distance between them.

“What are you doing?” Jane was taken aback, leaning back and looking at Patrick warily, wanting to keep a distance.

“You…” Patrick hooked his thin lips and raised his hand towards her.

This gesture made Jane think he was going to kiss her. She quickly pushed him away and sternly said, “Patrick, don’t be a rogue.”