Mysterious Mrs. Pansy

Seeing Patrick in this state, Jane quickly supported him.

“Let me take a look.” Jane helped him sit on the sofa, her tone unintentionally carrying a touch of concern.

Patrick curved his lips. “Are you concerned about me?”

Ignoring him, Jane extended her right hand and checked Patrick’s pulse.

Patrick’s pulse was steady, showing no abnormalities.

Could it be that he’s faking it?

Jane frowned slightly, glanced down at Patrick, and asked in a cold tone, “Where exactly do you feel uncomfortable?”

“Here.” Patrick still pointed to his chest, feigning a painful expression.

Jane stood up, took out her phone, and pretended to make a call. “Since you’re not feeling well, I’ll call 911 to take you to the hospital for a check-up.”

“Checking me is enough,” Patrick grabbed Jane’s arm, his eyes deep. “I only need you to check me.”

Jane: …

Is he pretending to be sick?

“Fine, I’ve checked you, and there’s nothing wrong. You better leave now!” Jane forcefully pulled her arm away.

With an affected look of grievance, Patrick said, “I’m sick, and you’re kicking me out?”

“What’s wrong with you?” Jane snorted. “I can’t tell if you’re sick or not.”

Suddenly standing up, Patrick looked down at Jane from a higher position, his gaze deep, his voice as melodious as a cello, “Lovesickness.”

After a pause, he added, “The kind only you can cure.”

Too seductive…

Jane’s face blushed slightly.

“I don’t want to deal with you.” Jane took a deep breath, pushing Patrick away.

Patrick exaggeratedly moaned, “My heart hurts so much! Jane, save me…”

“What do you want?” Jane looked at Patrick, who was lying on the sofa pretending to be in pain, feeling speechless.

Patrick rolled his eyes, “I’m not feeling well. Can I stay at your place tonight?”

“Suit yourself.” Jane didn’t want to bother with his nonsense.

“Help me to bed,” Patrick took advantage.

Rolling her eyes at him, Jane said, “Don’t take liberties.”

“The doctor has a responsibility to take care of the patient.” Patrick firmly held Jane’s arm.

“You can sleep on the sofa!” Jane pushed Patrick onto the sofa and turned to leave.

The next moment, Patrick suddenly stood up, directly picking Jane up horizontally.

“Patrick, what are you doing?” Jane, caught off guard, was lifted off the ground and placed on the bed by Patrick.

“Let me go!” Jane struggled.

“Jane, don’t move, let me hold you.” Patrick held Jane tightly.

This familiar feeling, how long had it been since he last experienced it?

Since Candice appeared, Jane had broken off the engagement and kept her distance.

Patrick’s strong arms tightly encircled Jane.

Now, the two were close together, and for a moment, Jane lost her focus.

That heart-fluttering feeling unexpectedly emerged again.

Or perhaps, she had never forgotten.

Patrick lowered his head, uncontrollably leaning down to kiss the woman beneath him.

Watching Patrick’s familiar handsome face, enlarged in front of her, Jane’s heart pounded faster.

Just as Patrick’s lips were about to touch Jane’s face, his phone, a spoiler, rang loudly.

Jane snapped back to reality, pushing Patrick away. “Your phone.”

Patrick furrowed his brows, picked up his phone, glanced at it, and then placed it aside.

In the corner of her eye, Jane noticed the name flashing on the phone screen: “Candice.”

The phone kept ringing, and finally, Patrick impatiently answered, “Candy, what’s up?”

“Patrick, my wound hurts so much.” Candice’s voice came through the airwaves.

Patrick furrowed his brows and said in a deep voice, “If your wound hurts, let the doctor take a look.”

“But I miss you… Can you come to the hospital to see me?” Candice’s voice carried a hint of grievance.

Jane raised her lips, approached Patrick’s phone, and with a teasing tone, said, “Patrick, didn’t you say you wanted to hug me just now?”

“I have something to do,” Patrick said, then hung up the phone.

His deep gaze fell on Jane’s face, and he spoke with a clear voice, “Jane, are you jealous?”

Jane rolled her eyes at him, suddenly changing the subject, “What are you going to do about Candice’s situation?”

Patrick smirked, his eyes cold, “Jane, I know you mind Candy’s presence. But eight years ago, Candy did save my life; she’s my savior, and I can’t ignore her.”

“So, even if she betrays Pansy Group, frames me, you can just brush it off?” Jane’s voice chilled.

Patrick cleared his throat, “I will hold a press conference to clarify this matter and restore your innocence. As for Candice, I will ensure she has a worry-free life from now on, nothing more.”

“You want her to be your burden? Or… do you still like her deep down?” Jane’s expression soured.

Seeing Jane like this, Patrick reached out and held her hand. “Jane, this is my debt to Candy. If it weren’t for her back then, there wouldn’t be the Patrick of today.”

“Have you never doubted that Candice is not Candy?” Jane asked, quirking her lips.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Patrick shook his head. “Candy has a plum-shaped birthmark on her shoulder, and so does Candice. Moreover, Candice recounted the events of that year without missing a single detail.”

Jane thoughtfully considered that something was amiss in this situation.

It seemed she needed to investigate further.

But for now, keeping Candice around might have its benefits.

“I suspect there are some undisclosed secrets between Candice and Antony. Selling Pansy Group is not just about framing me.” Jane pondered aloud.

Patrick reached out, hugging Jane. “Don’t worry; I’ll have it thoroughly investigated.”

Jane calmly pushed Patrick away, climbed out of bed, and looked down at him. “Aren’t you supposed to be sick? Get some rest!”

Patrick’s face darkened. “And you?”

“I’ll sleep on the sofa,” Jane said with a faint expression, picking up a blanket and heading straight to the living room.

Osborn’s apartment was a one-bedroom suite with only one bed. Now that Patrick insisted on sleeping in her bed, Jane had no choice but to sleep on the sofa.

Watching Jane walk to the living room, Patrick’s gaze dimmed.

He would make sure she returned to his side as soon as possible!