Mysterious Mrs. Pansy

“Answer me.” Patrick’s tone chilled as he approached Jane once again, suddenly reaching out and bracing his hands on either side of her, trapping her.

The two were now pressed tightly together, in a rather ambiguous position, causing Jane’s breath to hitch involuntarily.

She furrowed her brows, about to ask Patrick to give her some space when the elevator jolted violently. The overhead light flickered a few times before plunging into complete darkness.

“Ah!” The sudden darkness, like being sucked into a bottomless abyss, filled Jane with an unexplained fear, and she couldn’t help but scream.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Patrick reached out, pulling her into a tight embrace. His voice softened, “Jane, don’t be afraid.”

Jane, don’t be afraid…

How familiar that voice was.

How familiar the feeling was.

At this moment, driven by a tremendous sense of fear, Jane instinctively leaned against Patrick’s chest, and her anxious heart found a moment of calm.

She remembered the previous time when she and Patrick were trapped in an elevator; he had held her like this, protecting her.

However, things were different now, with time having passed.

“The elevator has malfunctioned,” Patrick said, holding Jane with one hand and taking out his phone with the other. His voice was deep.

Jane’s body stiffened. “What do we do now?”

Knowing she was afraid of the dark, Patrick’s arm tightened, bringing her closer. “It’s okay. I’m here. Don’t be afraid.”

Pressed against Patrick, she could even hear his heartbeat. Jane felt an inexplicable sense of reassurance.

Meanwhile, Patrick leaned slightly, gently smelling Jane’s hair.

The familiar scent, still making his heart race.

A surge of warmth swept through Patrick. Lowering his head in the darkness, his lips slowly approached Jane’s ear. “Jane, can you come back to me?”

His lips, pressed against her ear, carried the scent of cologne, sending a tingling sensation across Jane’s cheeks.

Jane’s heart skipped a beat.

What did Patrick mean by saying this?

Was he trying to have the best of both worlds, being sweet with Candy while asking her to come back to him?

Jane’s expression darkened. Before she could respond, the lights on the elevator ceiling suddenly came on, and the elevator returned to normal.

The abrupt brightness made Jane squint.

She looked up, only to find Patrick gazing at her with his deep, sea-like eyes.

The scene from the darkness just now lingered in Jane’s mind.

Taking a deep breath to dispel the emotional turmoil, Jane stepped away to the side.

Seeing the woman who had depended on her in the darkness now keeping her distance in the light, Patrick’s expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

He smirked, his voice cold, “You still haven’t answered my question from earlier.”

Jane casually curled her lips. “Did you even ask me a question just now?”

“Jane, can you come back to me?” Patrick’s deep gaze fell on Jane’s face, earnestly repeating the question.

At that moment, a ding sounded, and the elevator reached the first floor. The doors opened.

“Patrick, I’m here.” Jane forcefully pushed Patrick away and swiftly walked out of the elevator.

Watching Jane’s decisive departure, Patrick’s handsome face tensed.

He stepped out of the elevator, intending to find Jane, only to see her heading straight for a black Bentley.

Patrick recognized it; it was Osborn’s car.

“Jane, are you okay?” Osborn opened the car door, stepped out, and noticed that Jane’s expression was off. Concerned, he asked.

Jane snapped back to reality, smiled, and said, “I’m fine.”

“Let’s go!” Osborn made a gentlemanly inviting gesture.

Jane raised her lips, maintaining a smile, and took the passenger seat.

Not far away, Patrick stared coldly at the glaring scene.

Just moments ago, Jane had relied on him in the elevator, and now, in the blink of an eye, she was in Osborn’s car again…

Jane, what exactly would it take for her to come back to him?

Silently standing at the entrance for a few minutes, Patrick turned and headed to the parking lot. He opened the car door, started the engine, and followed Osborn’s car.

In the hospital room, Melissa watched Patrick chase after Jane, stomped her foot in resentment, and with a look of grievance, turned to Beatrice. “Aunt, look, Cousin was enchanted by that fox spirit Jane again!”

Beatrice furrowed her brows, sighed lightly, and said, “Didn’t they say Patrick recently found that Candy girl? Why is he with Jane again? What’s going on?”

Queena and Jane, Beatrice didn’t like either of them, but in comparison, she found Jane more detestable.

“Humph, I think Cousin still likes Jane.” Melissa’s tone couldn’t contain her jealousy. “It must be Jane, that shameless fox spirit, clinging to Cousin!”

For some reason, Melissa always felt that Jane was her number one rival.

As for Candy, Melissa didn’t think Patrick’s feelings for her were as special as rumored. Moreover, Queena seemed soft and weak, probably easy to deal with.

So, Melissa still concentrated all her firepower on Jane.

“Aunt, you must think of a way to drive Jane away!” Melissa’s face darkened, and she gritted her teeth.

Beatrice nodded. “Don’t worry; I won’t let Jane pester Patrick anymore.”

“Okay.” Melissa obediently said, “Aunt, I’m going back to school.”

Melissa walked out of the hospital gate, intending to head towards the school, when suddenly a figure blocked her way.

Melissa looked up, and to her surprise, it was Winston.

She looked at the man in front of her in amazement. “Uncle Sidney?”

Since Winston was driven away by Old Pansy, he seemed to have disappeared without a trace.

Melissa was somewhat surprised; why would Winston suddenly come to her?

Winston took off his sunglasses and glanced towards the hospital. “Melissa, can we talk when you have time?”

“Sure.” Melissa nodded.

She didn’t know why Winston would suddenly come to her, but thinking about Beatrice’s relationship with Winston, she agreed.

Winston took Melissa to a high-end coffee shop.

As they sat down, Melissa asked curiously, “Uncle Sidney, do you have something you want to discuss with me?”

“Melissa, do you want to deal with Jane?” Winston took a sip of coffee and got straight to the point.

Melissa pursed her lips, neither confirming nor denying.

Winston smirked. “Melissa, I have a way to help you.”

“Really?” Melissa’s eyes lit up.

Winston nodded. “Certainly. But I need your cooperation.”

Melissa gritted her teeth. “As long as I can drive away this shameless fox spirit Jane, I’ll do anything!”