Mysterious Mrs. Pansy

“My Woman…”

What is Patrick talking about?

When did she become his woman?!

It’s simply inexplicable!

“What are you doing?” Jane’s breath caught in her throat as she was suddenly lifted into the air by Patrick.

As she fell into Patrick’s strong and sturdy embrace, Jane could even hear his heartbeat.

Her face flushed slightly.

She instinctively looked up and met Patrick’s deep and unfathomable eyes.

In those dark and cold eyes, Jane saw a reflection of herself being held intimately in his arms.

Distracted, Jane forgot to struggle and just let him hold her like that for a moment.

After a few seconds, she came back to her senses and tried to push away from Patrick, but he held onto her tightly.

Patrick carried Jane directly into the car.

He sat in the driver’s seat with a grim expression on his face as he started the car.

Watching as Patrick’s car gradually drove away, Osborn’s gaze flashed with disappointment.

Jane was taken away by another man right before his very eyes but there was nothing he could do about it because he knew that Jane couldn’t forget about Patrick.

The feeling of defeat made Osborn feel like he had never failed so badly before. However, he wouldn’t give up easily because as long as Jane wasn’t married yet then there would still be hope! Besides, at this point in time, Jane hadn’t agreed to be with Patrick yet so there was still a chance for him!

Osborn kept telling himself this over and over again.

“Patrick where are you taking me?” Looking out of the window , Jane realized they weren’t heading towards her apartment complex .

Patrick glanced sideways at her before saying indifferently,”My apartment.”

“You’re taking me home.” Rubbing her forehead, Jane said tiredly,”I’m exhausted, I need some rest.”

“I’ve already had your things moved to your apartment.” A smirk played on Patrick’s lips ,”What?”

“What do you mean ‘what’?” He replied nonchalantly,”I just had them moved here intact.”

Jane: …

This man is really domineering!

Half an hour later, Patrick stopped the car .

“We’re here, Jane.” He got out of the car, and opened door for Jane .

Giving Patrick an eye roll, she realized that since all of belongings were already moved here without asking first, she couldn’t go back to hers anymore .

Back at Patrick’s apartment, everything was familiar. “Mr. Pansy, Miss North,” Amy greeted Jane with a bright smile as soon as she saw her. This time, Patrick had moved all of Miss North’s things back in; it seemed like she wasn’t going to leave after all.

“Amy, long time no see,” Jane smiled and said hello.

“Mr. Pansy, if there’s nothing else I can do for you, I’ll head back now,” Amy said perceptively.

Patrick nodded indifferently. “Mm.”

Jane turned around and went back to her room. The room was spotless and everything was just the way it had been before. Jane felt a little sentimental as she opened the two suitcases that Patrick had brought over from her old apartment and started packing up.

“Aren’t you tired? You said you wanted to rest early,” Patrick leaned against the door frame with his hands in his pockets.

The orange light shone on him, highlighting his god-like beauty and calm elegance.

“How am I supposed to rest when you’re standing there?” Jane snapped at him irritably before pushing him out of the door forcefully.

Perhaps she pushed too hard because suddenly her feet slipped from under her and she fell right into Patrick’s arms.

He caught hold of her waist lightly with a chuckle: “Can I take this as an invitation for me to hug you?”

This man! He has skin thicker than city walls!

Jane struggled free from his embrace: “Don’t be ridiculous! Get out!”

Finally managing to push him out of the door completely this time around, Jane quickly locked it behind him.

Lying on the familiar big bed made Jane feel somewhat distant in thought; did she really move back here again? As these thoughts swirled through her mind, sleep took over quickly that night.

The next day…

At Doyle family villa,

“Florence – reporters already caught Osborn meeting up with Jane last night but…” Erica hesitated nervously while speaking before continuing “… but Mr. Pansy appeared suddenly which caused them all flee.”

Patrick?

Why would he appear so suddenly at Osborn’s villa?

Could it be because of Jane?!

Florence couldn’t contain herself anymore – jealousy consumed every inch of her being – “And then what?”

“Then Mr. Pansy took away Miss North,” Erica replied cautiously while glancing at Florence who looked furious by now but continued anyway “Actually we didn’t come away empty-handed last night either – reporters gave me all their photos they managed to take.”

Erica quickly opened her phone and showed Florence the photos. “Florence, look at these pictures of Osborn and Jane together,” she said.

Florence squinted her eyes. “Very good. Did you make an appointment with Freda for me?”

Erica nodded repeatedly. “Yes, I made an appointment for noon at the coffee shop.”

A hint of malice flashed in Florence’s eyes.

Freda had been publicly exposed by Jane with scandalous photos, causing not only Osborn to break off their engagement but also ruining Freda’s image as a pure and elegant pianist.

Freda must hate Jane deeply.

As long as she hinted a few more words to provoke Freda, she would not be able to resist attacking Jane.

At that time, she would make sure that Jane had no place to bury herself!

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Florence and Erica arrived a few minutes early but found that Freda was already there before them.

“Miss Doyle, what can I do for you?” asked Freda directly while stirring her coffee upon seeing them enter the cafe..

The Doyle family and the Huggins family were considered old friends since childhood.

Florence gave Erica a knowing glance before taking out her phone and showing those pictures again. “Miss Huggins, take a look at this.”

Freda took the phone from Erica and looked down at it.

In every photo on display were Osborn and Jane as main characters.

Fredas’ face suddenly turned ugly after seeing them all.

“These photos were sent to me by one of my journalist friends,” Erica cleared her throat dramatically before continuing: “Last night, Mr. Maltz was alone with Miss Lane in his villa all night long; who knows what they did?”

After handing back the phone to Erica , Freda’s gaze shifted towards Florence while smiling faintly: “Miss Doyle , did you invite me here today just so I could see these pictures? If there is something else on your mind please go ahead.”