Mysterious Mrs. Pansy

Florence couldn’t suppress her intense jealousy towards Jane. Jane! It was always Jane! How could she be the one to catch Patrick’s eye? He had proposed to her, yet she still hadn’t accepted. She played hard-to-get so well, no wonder this shameless fox had seduced so many men. Yesterday it was Osborn, today it was Patrick – two of Guavo’s most eligible bachelors both proposing to Jane! Were these men blind? Why were they all circling around Jane? What did she have that made her so special?

“Florence, what should we do now?” Erica asked on the phone when Florence suddenly fell silent.

“Help me set up a meeting with Freda,” Florence replied coldly.

“You mean…?” Erica trailed off knowingly. She knew exactly what Florence meant – a plan to use someone else as a pawn in taking down Jane.

“I’m not the only one who wants to see Jane gone,” Florence said with an icy glint in her eyes.

“I understand,” Erica nodded and praised Florence for being clever before hanging up.

The next day was sunny and bright – perfect weather for going into work. As soon as Jane stepped out of her house, a familiar black Rolls-Royce pulled up right in front of her. She recognized it immediately as Patrick’s car.

“Jane, get in,” Patrick opened the door with a half-smile on his face as he looked at her intently.

Jane got into the passenger seat feeling confused and asked him “How did you get here?”

Patrick smirked slightly and his deep gaze softened just enough that he seemed almost vulnerable when he said “It’s only natural for me to come pick up my wife.”

Wife?! When did they become married? Mr. Pansy who always acted superior around others suddenly became shameless around her?

“Who is your wife?” Irritated by his words, she gave him an eye roll

Patrick chuckled softly with confidence shining through his eyes “You will be soon.”

“You have some nerve.” With a slight tug at the corner of mouth , she turned away from him but nearly collided into him since he leaned closer towards her handsome face which has sharp features like knife cuts: deep-set eyes; high cheekbones; straight nose; thin lips pressed tightly together… he was breathtakingly handsome!

“What are you doing?” With suspicion written all over face, she moved away from him cautiously

Patrick leaned in closer to Jane, his handsome face almost touching her forehead. His magnetic voice sounded in Jane’s ear, “Let me help you with your seatbelt.”

The sudden proximity and warmth of his breath hit Jane’s face. Her cheeks flushed slightly.

Unexpectedly, the dream from last night popped into Jane’s mind. She felt her face burning and her breath catching.

She quickly pushed Patrick away and said, “I can do it myself.”

Patrick nodded slightly, his deep gaze fixed on Jane’s face. He teased her with a smirk, “Why is your face so red?”

Oh God, could this man stop bringing up things that make me blush?

Jane took a few deep breaths and said seriously, “It’s just hot.”

“Is it?” Patrick raised an eyebrow with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Jane sat up straighter and glared at him. “Can we please just drive now?”

When they arrived at Pansy Group, Jane threw herself into work without distraction until she received a call from Anthony around noon.

“Ada,” Anthony’s voice came through the phone line. “I have some information about Candice’s background that you asked me to look into earlier.”

Jane stepped out onto the corridor outside her office where there was no one around before asking him what he found out.

“The Australian Chinese who adopted Candice was actually a university professor who passed away about a year ago,” Anthony spoke gravely over the phone.

“A university professor? Is there any connection between him and Antony?” Jane asked eagerly for more details.

“Not yet,” Anthony replied shaking his head over the phone line. “But there is something strange.”Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“What is it?” asked Jane curiously.

“There are no hospital records of Candice being admitted anywhere in Australia,” Anthony pondered aloud over the phone line before continuing: “Considering how severe her injuries were back then – they couldn’t have been healed overnight- even if she had gone to Australia afterwards for treatment or check-ups every year since then as per normal procedure but still nothing has been recorded.”

“If she wasn’t injured back then at all…” murmured Jane thoughtfully while squinting slightly.

Anthony responded immediately: “That’s also possible.”

“I want all information on Candice’s adoptive parents,” demanded  Jane firmly after thinking for awhile.

“Okay Ada,” agreed Anthony promptly before hanging up.

After ending their conversation , Jane pursed her lips thoughtfully as if lost in contemplation .

That day, when Candice was caught leaking the bottom line and blamed Jane for it, she deliberately showed her scars to gain Patrick’s sympathy. She cried as she recounted the story of how she got injured while saving Patrick eight years ago.

Jane remembered clearly that there was something off about Candice’s scars. They didn’t look like they were caused by falling off a cliff eight years ago. It seemed like she needed to find some time to talk to Candice.

Just as Jane returned to her seat, she received a call from Patrick.

“Do you need me for something?” Jane answered the office phone.

Patrick’s clear voice came through on the other end of the line. “Bring me a cup of coffee.”

Jane: …

Did he think of her as just someone who did errands? Before Jane could say anything, Patrick hung up.

Since Patrick had spoken, Jane had no choice but to go upstairs and get him his coffee from the tea house on the second floor.

When she arrived at the door of CEO’s office on 18th floor, Jane knocked on it with her hand.

“Come in,” came Patrick’s magnetic voice.

Jane walked in and placed his coffee in front of him before saying flatly: “Here is your coffee.”

Patrick typed away at his keyboard with both hands making clicking sounds. He looked up at Jane and smirked slightly: “You’re feeding me now?”

Jane was speechless; all she could do was place his coffee right in front of him and say coldly: “Drink it if you want.”

Suddenly standing up from his chair, Patrick grabbed hold of Jane’s hand: “Are you angry?”

Giving him an eye roll, Jane placed one hand over hers that he held onto tightly.

“Let’s have dinner together tonight,” said Patrick softly into her ear while lowering himself closer towards her face so their noses almost touched each other’s skin. “I’ll cook for us both so you can try my cooking.”

Shaking her head slowly back-and-forth with regretful eyes looking down towards their feet together under them – “Don’t forget I already made plans with Osborn tonight.”

Upon hearing this news though; suddenly dark clouds formed across Patricks face – How dare that woman go out with Osborn?!

“You’re not allowed!” commanded an authoritarian-sounding tone coming out from deep within himself.

Giving him another cold stare right back into those icy blue eyes staring daggers back at herself – “What if I want to go?”

As soon as those words left Janes lips however; without warning or hesitation… Patrick leaned forward directly towards Janes lips themselves!