Mysterious Mrs. Pansy

Under the escort of the bodyguards, Jane got into Osborn’s car.

“Jane, let me take you home,” Osborn said, glancing at Jane. He gripped the steering wheel, starting the car.

“Yeah,” Jane nodded, giving a faint response.

The two drove in silence, and the atmosphere inside the car became slightly awkward.

After a night of turmoil, Jane felt tired. She leaned back in her seat, closing her eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, the car suddenly came to a halt.

“Are we here?” In a daze, Jane felt a jolt from the brakes and woke up.

She looked out the window and realized they weren’t at Eastside Gardens.

Osborn parked the car by the side of the road, a faint melancholy in his handsome face.

After enduring it all the way, he finally couldn’t resist asking, “Jane, why?”Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Why what?” Jane pursed her lips.

Osborn, somewhat unwillingly, asked, “Why did you reject me?”

“Why are you asking me? Were you planning to embarrass me publicly without my consent?” Jane frowned.

“No, Jane. I sincerely hoped you would agree. I want to be with you, and I’ll make you happy,” Osborn felt extremely uncomfortable, a sense of oppression in his heart.

After this incident, he knew Jane could never agree to be with him.

“Osborn, didn’t I tell you we’re impossible?” Jane sighed lightly, seeing Osborn in this state.

“Because of Patrick? You can’t forget him, can you?” Osborn pressed.

Jane remained silent.

“You’ve done so much for Patrick, but how has he treated you? He’s not even worthy of you…” Osborn’s tone suddenly became agitated. “Jane, I don’t want to mention this. Please, let me take you home,” Jane interrupted him.

Osborn drove Jane back to Eastside Gardens.

Opening the car door, Jane stepped out.

Osborn caught up, speaking with a heavy tone, “I’m sorry, Jane. I was too impulsive tonight, didn’t get your consent…”

Jane halted, turned to look at Osborn, and interrupted him, “Don’t talk about that. Focus on making ‘Harem’s Charm’ a success. By the way, help me figure out which role suits me.”

Having said that, Jane walked into the apartment without looking back.

Staring at Jane’s retreating figure, Osborn’s eyes were filled with a mixture of loss, regret, and sadness.

Tonight, he had utterly failed.

What more could he do to catch Jane’s attention, to earn her favor?

Back in the apartment, Jane took out her keys, opened the door, and saw a tall figure sitting on the living room sofa.

“Who’s there?” Jane’s heart skipped a beat, asking loudly.

The man sitting on the sofa abruptly stood up.

In the dim moonlight, Jane recognized the figure clearly.

Dressed in a black suit that almost blended with the night, his tall and imposing figure emitted a cold aura.

It was Patrick.

“Patrick, why are you in my home?” Jane turned on the lights, rubbing her forehead. “Looks like I’ll have to add a few more locks tomorrow.”

“No matter how many locks you add, as long as I want to, I can still see you,” Patrick took a long step, standing in front of Jane.

His deep gaze fell on Jane’s face, and his thin lips lifted slightly. “Jane, how many things are you hiding from me?”

“I have never hidden anything from you,” Jane spoke calmly.

As soon as the words fell, Patrick suddenly reached out, pulling her waist.

A searing warmth emanated from his grip, and with a forceful motion, Patrick led Jane to the sofa.

“Patrick, what are you doing?” Jane, now on the sofa, asked coldly.

Patrick’s hands pressed on Jane’s shoulders, his tone icy. “Why have you never mentioned that you are the owner of Star Entertainment, the heiress Osborn has been pursuing?”

“You’re not someone special to me. I don’t need to explain these things to you,” Jane replied with a faint expression.

Patrick’s originally cold face darkened.

He applied more pressure with his hands and bombarded Jane with a series of questions. “I’m not someone special to you? Then what about Osborn? What is your relationship with him?”

Faced with Patrick’s interrogation, Jane became more speechless. “I’ve already made it clear to everyone tonight. I don’t want to repeat it.”

Patrick’s expression grew more unpleasant. “Is your relationship with Osborn really just that of business partners?”

“If there’s anything between us, why didn’t I just agree to his proposal tonight? Why go through the trouble of finding excuses?” Jane pressed her lips, responding with a touch of sarcasm.

Listening to Jane’s words, Patrick suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment.

Yes, why hadn’t he thought of these things before Jane?

It was only in front of Jane that he became so irrational, losing his judgment.

But, the thought of Osborn’s deep affection for Jane, pursuing her for two whole years, made Patrick feel uncomfortable.

After all, tonight he had planned to propose to Jane again.

Yet, Jane left him and went to the awards ceremony with Osborn.

Doesn’t this imply that in Jane’s eyes, Osborn’s importance is a bit higher than his?

“Jane, come with me,” Patrick stood up abruptly, grabbing Jane’s hand.

Jane was startled, “Go where?”

“You’ll know when you come with me,” Patrick pulled Jane toward the entrance without explanation.

Jane struggled, “Patrick, I’m tired tonight. I don’t want to go anywhere.”

Patrick stopped in his tracks, glancing at Jane.

Seeing Jane indeed looking fatigued, considering she had dealt with reporters all night, Patrick’s cold eyes softened imperceptibly. “Then, tomorrow.”

Jane, puzzled, remained silent.

Patrick cleared his throat, suddenly leaned down, and whispered in Jane’s ear with a husky voice, “Jane, give me another chance, come back to me.”

His warm breath tingled on Jane’s face.

Jane’s breath hitched; she pushed Patrick away. “It’s late, and I need to rest.”

She walked straight to the door, opened it, and issued a dismissal. “Please leave!”

Seeing the woman in front of him displaying such a distant attitude, Patrick furrowed his brows, his face turning colder.

The next moment, Patrick suddenly clutched his chest, his expression exaggerated. “I feel really uncomfortable.”

“What happened to you?” Jane exclaimed.

Patrick, his handsome face pale, cold sweat on his forehead, pointed to his chest, and with a pained expression, said, “It hurts here terribly.”