Mysterious Mrs. Pansy

Osborn drove until they reached his villa on the outskirts.

“Jane, we’re here,” Osborn said, parking the car and opening the door.

Jane got out, following Osborn into the villa.

Inside, it was quiet. Apart from the two of them, there was no one else.

Jane looked around, a bit puzzled. “Osborn, weren’t you having a birthday party tonight? Why is it so quiet? Where is everyone else?”

“No one else, just a party for the two of us,” Osborn said, glancing deeply at Jane.

On his twenty-fifth birthday, such an important day, he only wanted to spend it with the woman he loved the most-Jane.

Osborn’s intense gaze made Jane feel uneasy. She turned her face away. “Why not invite some friends to liven things up?”

“I don’t like it lively,” Osborn said with a heavy tone.

The villa’s garden was romantically decorated. Moonlight shimmered on the pool.

Next to the pool, a small dining table was set up, exquisitely charming.

Osborn lit candles.

In the flickering candlelight, Osborn’s gaze fixed on Jane. “Jane, do you like the candlelight dinner I prepared for you?”

Jane smiled. “It’s your birthday today; as long as you like it.”

“I really like it,” Osborn said, curling his lips.

Celebrating his birthday with the woman he loved filled Osborn with a sense of happiness.

“This is your favorite steak; try it.” Osborn pushed the steak on the table toward Jane.

“Thank you.” Jane picked up the knife and fork from the table, starting to enjoy her meal.

“Why aren’t you eating?” Seeing Osborn just staring at her, Jane couldn’t help but stop.

“I’m not hungry,” Osborn said, his lips forming a gentle curve.

Being able to quietly watch Jane was the happiest thing in the world for him.

If time could freeze at this moment, allowing him to gaze at her like this forever, how wonderful it would be.

“Oh, by the way, didn’t you say you had good news to tell me?” Jane suddenly remembered and asked.

Osborn nodded. “It’s nothing much. I’ve won the Golden Horse Best Actor Award again this year.”

“Congratulations!” Jane smiled happily.

Actually, it was expected. Osborn’s popularity had soared in recent years, and winning the Golden Horse Best Actor Award for the second time was well-deserved.

“Will you attend the awards ceremony next week?” Osborn asked with a hint of anticipation and nervousness in his tone.

“Of course,” Jane replied affirmatively, cutting a piece of steak and putting it in her mouth, giving Osborn a positive answer.

Osborn’s success today was also a joy for Jane. Moreover, she was the behind-the-scenes boss of New City Entertainment.

For such a joyous occasion, naturally, she had to attend.

Osborn hooked his lips and spoke with a deep tone, “I’m glad to share my success with you. I’ll have a surprise for you then.”

“Another surprise?” Jane raised an eyebrow.

“Yes.” Osborn nodded seriously.

He planned to propose to Jane at the awards ceremony, during the most important and glorious moment of his life, in front of everyone.

At that time, with so many people watching, Jane shouldn’t directly refuse, Osborn thought.

He believed he would succeed.

“The steak tastes good; you should have some too.” Jane felt somewhat uneasy as Osborn’s gaze lingered on her.

Osborn snapped out of his thoughts, picked up the knife and fork, and started eating the steak.

After finishing the steak, Jane sampled some other dishes on the table.

All of these were specially prepared according to Jane’s taste, everything she loved.

“The flavors are excellent,” Jane praised.

“As long as you like it,” Osborn said, feeling satisfied as Jane praised the meal.

“Osborn, happy birthday.” Jane took out a birthday gift from her handbag and handed it to Osborn.

Later, Jane went to a boutique and bought Osborn a new tie.

“Thank you,” Osborn said, reaching out to accept the gift.

…

Patrick drove, following Osborn’s car at a distance until they reached his house.

He watched Jane and Osborn enter the villa.

Patrick was about to get out of the car when he received a call from Queena.

“Candy, is something wrong?” Patrick answered somewhat absentmindedly.

“Patrick, haven’t you finished work yet? I’ve already prepared dinner, waiting for you to come over,” Queena’s sweet voice came from the phone.

Patrick then remembered that Queena had invited him to dinner at her place tonight.

“Candy, I have something to do, maybe next time,” Patrick said with a furrowed brow.

Queena’s heart skipped a beat. “Patrick, is it work-related that you can’t make it? How about I bring it to the office for you?”

“I’m not at the office,” Patrick said in a deep voice.

Queena asked, “Then where are you? I can bring it to you.”

“No need,” Patrick said, somewhat impatient.

“Patrick…”

Queena wanted to say more, but Patrick suddenly saw many people gathering and rushing towards Osborn’s villa through the car window.

“Candy, I have something to do. I’ll hang up,” Patrick said, staring closely at the crowd and ending the call.

Inside the villa.

“Jane, can I invite you to dance?” Osborn suddenly spoke.

Jane hesitated for a moment and nodded, “Sure.”Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Osborn stood up, walked to Jane, bent down, and made a inviting gesture.

Melodious music began to play.

Jane reached out and, following Osborn, danced a waltz on the lawn in the garden.

The garden lights suddenly lit up, neon lights changing colors, shining on the two.

For some reason, Jane suddenly remembered the scene when Patrick invited her to dance the opening dance.

At that time, he and Patrick had such a tacit understanding. Now thinking about it was a bit ironic.

As the song ended, Jane was about to return to her seat when Osborn suddenly reached out, flicking Jane’s bangs. “Jane, your hair is messy.”

This posture was somewhat ambiguous. Jane was about to say something when a group of people rushed in from the entrance.

There were bodyguards in black, and reporters carrying various cameras.

Leading them was a woman, stepping in aggressively.

It was Freda.

Jane narrowed her eyes. What did this woman want again?

“Jane, you slut! I’ll make you seduce my fiancé again!” Freda walked straight up to Jane, raised her hand, and slapped her across the face.