Mysterious Mrs. Pansy

“Jane, are you okay?” Patrick tightly held Jane, his tone tinged with concern and nervousness.

Following Osborn’s car all the way to the villa, Patrick rushed in after receiving Queena’s call and saw a group of people rushing into the villa.

Worried about Jane, Patrick quickly got out of the car and walked in.

Little did he know that as soon as he entered, he witnessed Jane falling into the water.

Although he knew Jane could swim, concern overwhelmed him, and without hesitation, Patrick jumped into the pool.

“Jane, Jane, are you okay…” Patrick’s familiar, magnetic voice entered Jane’s ears, making her a bit dazed.

Suddenly, some scenes from the past flashed in her mind.

That plane crash into the sea, the two of them in the vast ocean, Patrick holding her just like this, so close.

In the vast sea of the Milky Way, he protected her at all costs, just like he was doing now.

“Jane, are you okay?” Seeing Jane frowning and remaining silent, Patrick became somewhat worried.

“I’m fine…” Jane came back to her senses. “Don’t you know I can swim? What could go wrong?”

“As long as you’re okay.” Patrick sighed in relief and directly lifted Jane, walking to the shore.

Amid the astonished gaze of the crowd, Patrick carried Jane and headed towards the villa’s entrance.

Patrick’s imposing and powerful aura automatically created a path in the crowd. Even Freda didn’t dare to let her bodyguards approach.

“Patrick, put Jane down!” Osborn stepped forward, trying to stop Patrick.

“Step aside!” Patrick’s thin lips lifted slightly, and he said in a low voice.

His aura was just too powerful, leaving Osborn momentarily stunned.

Patrick bypassed Osborn, walked around him with steady steps, and walked out of the villa’s entrance.

Jane was held in Patrick’s arms, and his warm, broad embrace, with that familiar feeling, made her face slightly blush.

Jane simply closed her eyes.

At this moment, she might as well play dead…

Patrick directly carried Jane into the car. Seeing her soaked through, her white dress clinging tightly to her body, outlining her graceful figure, Patrick rolled his Adam’s apple and took off his jacket, wrapping it around Jane.

“Jane, are you okay?” Patrick cleared his throat, his hands firmly gripping the steering wheel.

“I’m fine. Why are you here?” Jane pursed her lips, asking.

“Just passing by.” Patrick looked indifferent, his sexy lips curling as he slowly uttered two words.

Passing by…

How could that be possible?

Jane tugged at the corner of her mouth, feeling a bit puzzled.

Why would Patrick suddenly appear in Osborn’s house? Wasn’t he supposed to be in the hospital with Old Pansy?

Jane glanced at Patrick, not saying anything more.

After a night of turmoil, she felt a bit tired and closed her eyes, intending to take a short nap.

Patrick started the car, hands tightly gripping the steering wheel, heading towards the direction of Water Moon City.

Half an hour later, Patrick arrived at Water Moon City.

He stopped the car, glanced at Jane beside him, and saw her with closed eyes, breathing evenly, seemingly already asleep.

The lamplight illuminated her face, the tips of her forehead hair, and some damp strands sticking to her forehead.

Patrick’s heart stirred, reaching out to tuck a few strands of Jane’s hair.

Jane woke up, seeing the familiar handsome face in front of her, feeling a bit bewildered.

“Jane, get off, we’re here.” Patrick said in a deep voice.

Jane looked out of the car window and realized that this wasn’t her home.

“Patrick, take me home,” Jane furrowed her brow.

Patrick, however, raised an eyebrow and calmly said, “North Bay project, there’s an urgent task that requires your immediate attention.”

“What urgent task?” Jane inquired.

“Get off the car, and I’ll tell you,” Patrick smirked.

Since Patrick had said so, Jane couldn’t refuse.

After all, at this moment, he was still her boss.

Jane followed Patrick, entering his apartment.

Returning here once again, everything was still so familiar.

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“Mr. Pansy, Miss North.” Amy saw Jane and was pleasantly surprised.

During the days Jane was away, Patrick had been gloomy every day, and Amy noticed.

Patrick slightly narrowed his eyes and spoke, “Amy, there’s no need for you here. You can go.”

“Alright, I’ll leave now.” Amy smiled at Jane, “Miss North, it’s good that you’re back. You don’t know how much Mr. Pansy missed you during your absence.”

Jane: …

Amy left, and Jane came back to her senses. “Patrick, what’s the urgent task with the North Bay project?”

Patrick, however, answered with a diversion, “Go take a shower first; it’ll make you feel better.”

With his words, Jane did feel uncomfortable all over.

Just now at the pool, she was soaked, and with the cool breeze, it was indeed a bit uncomfortable.

But-

Jane shook her head, “No need, I didn’t bring a change of clothes.”

When she moved out, she took everything with her.

“I have some.” Patrick glanced at her with a faint smile, turned around, and headed upstairs.

Jane felt a bit puzzled.

Two minutes later, Patrick came down with a bag of clothes and handed it to Jane, saying, “Take it.”

Jane looked down in surprise, “What’s this?”

“I had someone buy it for you,” Patrick said with a nonchalant expression.

Looking at the bag of clothes, Jane’s mouth twitched. When did he buy these clothes?

Did Patrick expect her to come back here?

Was this… planned in advance?

“Hurry up, don’t catch a cold.” Seeing Jane standing still, Patrick urged her.

Under Patrick’s deep gaze, Jane reached out to take the bag and walked towards the bathroom.

After a hot shower, Jane felt much better.

From the bag of clothes, she chose a red nightgown that surprisingly fit perfectly.

Thinking that Patrick bought it for her, Jane’s heart felt a bit chaotic.

Taking a deep breath, dispelling the inexplicable emotions, Jane pushed the door open and walked out.

Patrick was sitting on the sofa in the living room, holding a financial magazine in his hand, legs casually crossed, displaying an elegant posture.

Hearing the sound, Patrick lifted his head, and in the moment he saw Jane, a touch of amazement flashed in his eyes.

The woman in front of him had just taken a shower, her long hair draped over her shoulders, dripping with water, and her fair skin was as delicate as snow.

The red nightgown he personally picked accentuated her tall and curvaceous figure, exuding an indescribable allure.

Patrick couldn’t help but roll his Adam’s apple, suddenly stood up, took a step forward, and stood above Jane, looking down at her. His voice carried a hint of huskiness as he said, “Jane…”