Mysterious Mrs. Pansy

Jane lifted her other still-free hand, attempting to check if he had a fever. However, Patrick quickly seized her wrist, pressing both of her hands down.

Patrick lowered his head, rapidly closing the distance between them, his straight nose immediately touching Jane’s nose.

This made Jane breathe cautiously, afraid of stealing his breath away.

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Jane pulled the corners of her mouth, shyly unsure where to look. Eventually, she just closed her eyes, “Let’s talk about that… on our wedding night.”

“What kind of thing?” Patrick questioned, puzzled, his tone carrying a hint of amusement. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, “So, you’ve been wanting to do that kind of thing with me?”

Damn it!

He tricked her!

Jane stared at him wide-eyed. This man clearly provoked her into saying those words. In fact, he didn’t have such intentions now.

No, even if he did, he couldn’t act on it!

Jane glared at the man in front of her, “Patrick, you pervert!”

“Where am I being a pervert?” He chuckled, lips curved in a teasing manner.

Jane: “…”

He wanted to lure her into saying those things again; she wouldn’t fall for it!

“Aren’t you supposed to get up now?” Jane changed the topic, feeling a bit breathless under this man’s pressure.

“No.” Patrick’s cold eyes squinted slightly, lips curving with an attractive arc. “Since it’s not time for that kind of thing, but this is.”

He pressed down, thin lips covering her soft ones. Jane subconsciously tried to struggle, but her hands were tightly restrained by him, unable to move.

She could only let Patrick pry open her teeth gently, feeling the punishment of his teeth nibbling on her lips. “Jane, you’re getting more beautiful.”

His voice was a bit hoarse, and both of their breaths were gradually becoming rapid.

Jane lifted her chin, “I’ve always been beautiful, even without you saying it.”

“Yes, you’re the most beautiful.” Patrick chuckled lightly. In front of her, he seemed unable to maintain his usual icy expression, always appearing particularly gentle.

Even the heartbeat seemed to carry a sense of joy.

He was about to continue; the woman’s cherry-like lips in front of him were so tempting that a single kiss wasn’t enough.

As their eyes met, his scorching gaze made Jane shyly close her eyes.

But at this moment, an abrupt knocking on the door shattered the romantic atmosphere in the ward.

Patrick stopped, his gaze turning coldly toward the door.

Appearing at the entrance was Queena.

Queena, dressed in her usual white dress, with her shiny black straight hair, walked in holding a thermos. She witnessed Patrick pressing down on Jane, their posture extremely ambiguous on the hospital bed.

Her watery eyes widened instantly, “I’m… I’m sorry for disturbing you. I’ll leave right away!”

Queena turned to leave, tightly gripping the thermos in her hand, her eyes full of jealousy.

Previously, she cried, threw tantrums, and even threatened to harm herself in front of Patrick, but he remained indifferent and even assigned two bodyguards to follow her.

Fortunately, when Jane had an accident, these two bodyguards were called back by Patrick to find Jane, giving her freedom again.

In just a few days, the relationship between Patrick and Jane had developed so rapidly!

Jane, that despicable woman!

Her eyes narrowed, filled with venom.

“Don’t bother,” Patrick coldly stated as he rose from Jane, laboriously moving to the wheelchair.

Jane slightly furrowed her brows. Was Patrick truly disabled in both legs? Just now, when he climbed onto the hospital bed, his movements seemed agile.

Sensing Jane’s doubtful scrutiny, Patrick’s face darkened. He stared at Queena, who stood there, neither coming nor going.

“Why are you here?” he asked Queena.

Queena cautiously approached Patrick’s bedside, holding the thermos in her hands.

“I heard that Patrick and Miss North were injured, so I wanted to come and check on you. I didn’t mean to interrupt,” Queena said, her large eyes turning moist, and the rims reddening. “I know I’ve done wrong before. I shouldn’t be here, but I’m genuinely worried about you, Patrick.”

“I made black chicken soup with my own hands. You can drink it together with Miss North. If you don’t want to see me, I’ll leave first. I’ll reflect on my mistakes,” Queena said, placing the thermos on the bedside table. She then turned to leave, her tearful appearance genuinely heartbreaking.

Jane squinted. Queena’s appearance at this moment made her smell a conspiracy. Thinking of the photos Anthony found, Jane stopped Queena.

“Since you’re here, sit for a moment before leaving,” Jane said. “Queena, you… you know I don’t like you, right? But since you’re here, have a seat before leaving. I appreciate your concern for Patrick.”

Queena’s figure stiffened, and she looked at Jane. “Miss North, you… you hate me, right? I’d better leave. I’ve conveyed my intentions, and I don’t want to stay here, making you unhappy.”

On the surface, she maintained her innocent appearance, but in her heart, she cursed Jane for her hypocritical behavior. Asking her to stay was clearly showing off!

Queena certainly wanted to stay, but what she desired was Patrick’s retention, not Jane’s.

She shifted her gaze to Patrick, who had his attention entirely on Jane, giving her not even a glance.

He looked at Jane with a genuinely gentle gaze, something she had never experienced.

Jealousy burned within Queena, but she had to pretend to have let go of all past grievances.

Apparently noticing her gaze, Patrick looked at her with a cold tone, “Since Jane asked you to stay, stay for a while.”

“Okay, Patrick!” Queena’s pure face immediately lit up with a smile as she returned to the bedside.

“Let me pour you both the chicken soup!” Queena opened the thermos she brought, filling the hospital room with a delightful aroma.

She filled two bowls and handed them over.

Watching them drink, she observed Patrick’s expression carefully.

“I didn’t expect you to be unpleasant, but your cooking skills are excellent,” Jane finished a bowl of soup, placed it aside, and looked at Queena with a meaningful smile.

“Hehe.” Queena, suppressing her inner resentment, spoke gently, “To make this black chicken soup delicious, you need to simmer it for at least ten hours, constantly observing the changes in heat. I’ve been watching it the whole time, which is why it tastes so good. Miss North, if you like it, I can bring it to you every day.”

In front of Patrick, she wanted to show remorse and win him back.

Jane chuckled coldly.

Every day?

It seemed like the old man’s aim was not just the soup.

Jane glanced at Patrick and calmly said, “No need to trouble Miss Dillon.”