Mysterious Mrs. Pansy

“If you hadn’t come down to rescue me back then, you wouldn’t have been injured, and…” Jane looked up at him, her eyes full of concern and guilt.

Before she could finish speaking, Patrick lowered his head and kissed her eye, wiping away the glistening tears on her face.

His magnetic voice resonated in Jane’s ear, “Jane, saving you was willingly done. Because you are the woman I love the most, and I must protect you.”

Jane’s heart pounded fiercely at this moment. She immediately threw herself into his arms, wrapping her hands around his waist.

Right now, she just wanted to be a little girl, leaning on the man she liked, absorbing the warmth emanating from him.

Jane bit her lip and said, “Patrick, let’s get engaged quickly.”

This man had done so much for her, and she didn’t want to wait a moment longer.

“No rush. Mr. Maurice is finding a reputable feng shui master to pick an auspicious day.” Patrick raised an eyebrow, speaking in a low, deliberate tone.

The engagement would naturally proceed at its own pace. He wanted to give her the grandest and most luxurious engagement ceremony.

If only Grandfather could see it.

Patrick stared coldly out the window. Grandfather had been in a coma for a long time. When would he wake up?

“You’re thinking about Grandfather, aren’t you?” Jane immediately caught onto Patrick’s thoughts and suggested, “Why don’t we go check on Grandfather?”

“Okay,” Patrick nodded in agreement.

Jane helped him into the wheelchair, and together, they pushed it towards Old Pansy’s ward.

Old Pansy lay lifeless on the hospital bed, tubes inserted, connected to various medical devices. The heart monitor detected the faint beats of Old Pansy’s heart.

The readings weren’t very promising.

Jane, worried, looked at Patrick beside her, placing her hand over his large palm.

“Don’t worry; I believe in fate. Grandfather will get better.”

“When Grandfather’s body recovers to a certain extent, I’ll perform acupuncture on him immediately. By then, Grandfather will surely wake up.”

She spoke with great confidence.

Jane was confident that she could heal Old Pansy.

“I believe in you,” Patrick said, his thin lips lifting slightly…

Patrick held Old Pansy’s hand, lowered his head, and looked at him with bright eyes. He spoke in a deep voice, “Grandfather, I have good news to tell you. Jane and I are getting engaged.”

As he spoke, Old Pansy lay there without any reaction.

Patrick’s eyes dimmed. Grandfather was currently in a deep coma; how could he hear his words?

But at that moment, Jane suddenly grabbed his arm with excitement. “Patrick, look, Grandfather’s fingers moved.”

Patrick’s gaze fell on Old Pansy’s hand, and indeed, his fingers had moved.

His eyes lit up instantly.

Jane quickly pressed the nurse call button and summoned the nurse and Dr. Pater to examine Old Pansy.

After Dr. Pater finished the examination, he spoke with a somewhat cheerful tone, “Mr. Pansy, Old Pansy’s condition has finally improved. Initially, he was in a deep coma, and coupled with the critical condition before, we thought there was no hope.”

Dr. Pater paused for a moment before continuing, “Thanks to Miss North, we just examined Old Pansy’s body, and all aspects of his bodily functions are gradually recovering.”

Patrick breathed a sigh of relief at these words.

Jane held Patrick’s large hand, her tone firm. “Patrick, don’t worry. Old Pansy’s condition has improved a lot. In a few days, I’ll give him the final shot, and he’ll wake up.”

“Mm,” Patrick responded faintly.

Watching Jane’s confidence bursting in her eyes, Patrick knew she must have complete assurance in curing his grandfather to speak so.

He then turned to Dr. Pater, “Next, I hope Dr. Pater will keep an eye on Grandfather’s condition.”

“No problem,” Dr. Pater readily agreed.

Jane pulled Patrick’s hand. “Don’t worry; let’s go back to the ward.”

She was well aware that he had just told Old Pansy about their engagement, and Old Pansy, in his coma, reacted excitedly. This was a good sign.

Back in Patrick’s ward, Jane, accustomed to the routine, was about to return to her room.

But Patrick held her back.

“What’s wrong?” Jane turned back in confusion.

“Stay with me.” Patrick’s lips lifted slightly as he pulled Jane into his room.

Meeting Patrick’s intense gaze, Jane could only comply with a hint of helplessness.

Sitting at the bedside, Jane took out Rory’s medicine, preparing to change the dressing on her foot.

She needed to recover quickly to treat Old Pansy. And she had to prepare a scar removal ointment for Patrick.

She wouldn’t allow a single scar to remain on his body.

Jane, focusing on applying the ointment, kept her head low. However, her stray hair kept falling, blocking her vision. Despite multiple attempts to fix it, it persisted.

She looked up to find a surprising sight: Patrick had somehow sat next to her. Taking the ointment from her hands, he looked at her with tender, ink-black eyes.

“You helped me with the medicine earlier; let me return the favor.”

Before Jane could refuse, Patrick took the cotton swab and began applying the ointment to her palm.

It had been a burning sensation when she applied the medicine herself, but with Patrick doing it, the feeling turned strangely ticklish.

The pain seemed to disappear, replaced by an itching sensation that reached deep into her heart.

Jane extended her foot, watching as her small foot nestled in Patrick’s large palm. He handled the task with utmost care, afraid to hurt her.

Patrick’s palm radiated warmth, and Jane felt her foot getting hot in his hands. Yet, she had no desire to pull it away.

She could feel her face turning increasingly red, and sweat formed on her forehead due to the warmth.

After Patrick finished with one foot, he took the other, holding it just as gently. His usual icy demeanor softened significantly in her presence.

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Patrick’s hands were warm, and Jane couldn’t help but think that her foot in his hands looked exceptionally small. The atmosphere in the room became increasingly ambiguous.

Once Patrick finished applying the medicine, Jane quickly retracted her foot.

The air was filled with an indescribable tension.

Putting down the items in his hands, Patrick raised his gaze and saw Jane with a face flushed like a rose.

“Are you feeling hot?”

He teased, his lips curling, his deep gaze examining her.

Jane hurriedly shook her head. “No, I just feel the room is a bit stuffy, that’s all.”

Avoiding eye contact, she moved her gaze away from him.

Leaning against the headboard, Jane closed her eyes, pretending to rest.

But suddenly, she felt a faint tobacco scent in her breath.

Jane abruptly opened her eyes and saw Patrick’s face magnified in front of her.

She stared with wide eyes. “Why are you so close to me?”

Jane instinctively raised her hand to push him away, but her wrist was immediately caught by Patrick.

“We are engaged now. What do you think I would do when I’m so close to you?”

Jane: ???

Wasn’t this man disabled?

Why was he thinking about such things!

Jane felt either he was running a fever, or she definitely was!