Mysterious Mrs. Pansy

As Jane locked eyes with Patrick, his gaze carrying a hint of heat, her breath involuntarily hitched, creating a slight awkwardness.

She subconsciously took a step back, but Patrick suddenly reached out. His well-defined large hand wrapped around her waist, firm and powerful. With a slight pull forward, Jane fell into his embrace.

“Jane, Jane…” Patrick’s voice, hoarse, called her name.

The enticing sight of the woman in front of him made him unable to control his emotions.

Staring intensely at the woman in his arms, a burning flame surged in Patrick’s eyes. Lowering his head without hesitation, he kissed Jane’s tempting red lips.

Her lips were soft, moist, and sweet, familiar and enticing. Patrick lost his rationality in an instant.

He missed her!

Crazily missed her!

Since she moved away, he couldn’t stop thinking about her!

Patrick’s domineering and passionate kiss caught Jane off guard.

Jane felt like her breath was about to be taken away by Patrick, almost suffocating.

Although they had been this intimate many times before, this time felt different, making Jane feel both crazy and embarrassed.

Her heart pounded like a deer running wild.

No, this couldn’t happen!

Jane forcefully pushed Patrick away, furrowing her brows. She questioned, “Patrick, what are you doing?”

Feeling Jane’s resistance, Patrick stopped, his deep gaze fixed on her.

Jane changed the subject, “Didn’t you say there’s an urgent task for the North Bay project?”

“Yes.” Patrick finally withdrew his gaze, speaking in a deep voice. “Come with me.”

With that, Patrick walked towards the study.

Jane hesitated for a moment but followed.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Patrick opened the computer, clicked on an email, and pointed at the screen. “There will be a North Bay project bidding meeting tomorrow morning at ten. It will introduce the bidding process. You and I will go together.”

“Is that it?” Jane glanced at the computer screen. Just attending a meeting, how could it be an urgent task?

Patrick smirked, his lips curling coldly. “Tomorrow’s meeting is crucial. Antony, the CEO of BPL, will also attend.”

He couldn’t wait to meet this rumored mysterious, low-key, and impressive CEO of BPL.

Antony?

In her mind flashed the image of a man in a smoke-gray suit with wheat-colored skin. Jane squinted slightly.

“Alright, I got it.” Jane nodded. “I’ll attend the meeting on time tomorrow. If there’s nothing else, I’ll go back now.”

Speaking of which, Jane turned and walked towards the study door.

“Jane.” Patrick suddenly stood up, took a step with his long legs, blocking Jane’s way.

Jane pursed her lips. “Is there anything else?”

“It’s already late. Stay here tonight.” Patrick, with a deep gaze, looked at Jane and said.

Jane shook her head, refusing. “I’d better go back.”

The kiss just now left Jane with lingering fear.

Seeing the woman in front of him on guard, Patrick’s handsome face sank. “You can rest assured. I promise I won’t do anything to you again.”

“Well, okay!” Jane no longer insisted. She felt a bit tired and wanted to rest.

Back in the guest room, lying on the familiar large bed, Jane’s thoughts were a bit trance-like.

Everything here remained the same, but her state of mind was completely different.

Patrick’s actions tonight made Jane feel like they had returned to the past.

However-

The chasm between them remained impassable because of Queena.

Queena…

Jane rubbed her forehead, and Queena’s image as a perfect, virtuous woman appeared in her mind.

Perhaps she could provoke Queena, make her unable to restrain herself.

As long as Queena made a move, Jane was confident she could find her weakness, exposing this seemingly flawless woman!

This night, with thoughts on her mind, Jane slept restlessly.

The next day, she woke up with dark circles under her eyes, hastily freshened up, and went downstairs.

Downstairs, the aroma of breakfast wafted through the air.

Jane glanced at the kitchen and saw Patrick preparing breakfast.

This scene, so familiar.

Hadn’t Patrick once said to her, “Jane, as long as you like it, I’m willing to make breakfast for you every day, for a lifetime. Oh no, for this life, the next life… for generations.”

The words echoed in her ears, and Jane’s heart trembled slightly.

“Jane, are you up?” Patrick heard footsteps and turned to look at Jane.

The profound gaze was softened, a sight reserved only for Jane.

“Yeah.” Jane came to her senses and nodded gently.

“Wait a moment; breakfast will be ready soon.” Patrick smirked.

A few minutes later, Patrick placed the breakfast on the table, each item carefully chosen and placed in front of Jane. He spoke in a deep voice, “Jane, give it a try.”

“Thank you.” Jane lowered her head, and the plate was filled with all the breakfast she loved.

She picked up her chopsticks and began to eat.

It was still the familiar taste, perfectly suited to her palate.

Jane was engrossed in her breakfast when Patrick’s large hand reached toward her lips.

Her chopsticks paused, and she looked up. “What are you doing?”

“Don’t move.” Patrick chuckled. “You got rice on your lips; let me wipe it off for you.”

So, that’s it… Jane felt a bit embarrassed.

The warmth from Patrick’s fingertips on her lips sent a tingling sensation through her entire body, like a gentle electric shock. It flowed through every cell.

It was a warm and sweet feeling.

At that moment, the doorbell rang, disrupting the cozy atmosphere.

“Patrick, are you there?” Queena’s voice came through.

Hearing Queena’s voice, Patrick frowned.

Why was Queena coming over so early?

The doorbell kept ringing. Patrick stood up and walked towards the front door.

Opening the door, he saw Queena holding a thermos, her smiling face saying, “Patrick, it’s good that you’re at home. I made breakfast and specially brought it for you…”

Before she could finish speaking, Queena suddenly noticed Jane sitting in the dining room. Her smile froze, “Jane, why is she here?”

Feeling Queena’s hostility, Jane stood up, walked to Patrick’s side, and raised an eyebrow. “Why can’t I be here?”

Queena looked at Patrick, then at Jane, biting her lip. “You two… you two…”

Jane held Patrick’s arm, and a faint smile played on her lips. “We spent the night together.”