Mysterious Mrs. Pansy

His lips touched Jane’s.

As their lips met, Patrick couldn’t help but hold his breath.

Her lips were so soft, so sweet, still carrying the warmth despite the fever, just as he remembered.

The familiarity and beauty of the moment made Patrick’s heart race.

He wanted to kiss her like this, forever and always.

But, no.

She was still unwell.

The priority was to quickly administer these medicines to Jane, make her allergy better sooner, and hopefully, the fever would subside.

Suppressing the flutter in his heart, Patrick took a deep breath. His large tongue pried open Jane’s small mouth, pouring the liquid medicine into her mouth. Then, he sealed her lips with his own, preventing her from spitting out the medicine.

“Wu wu…” Jane felt uncomfortable but couldn’t break free. Subconsciously, she swallowed the medicine.

Seeing Jane drink the medicine, Patrick felt a wave of relief. This method seemed to work.

Following the same routine, Patrick’s deep gaze carried a hint of indulgence. He fed Jane mouthful by mouthful until the cup was empty.

“So bitter…” Jane passively drank a cup of the medicinal liquid and subconsciously licked her lips.

This simple action was highly tempting to Patrick.

His deep gaze suddenly became intense.

Staring at the woman in front of him, scenes of him feeding her the medicine played in Patrick’s mind.

Her lips were so enticing, making him savor the moment.

Even though she had turned into a somewhat grotesque figure due to the allergy, she still had an infinite charm for him.

Because he loved her.

His love for her wasn’t based on her unparalleled beauty but on the irresistible charm of her personality.

Her intelligence, confidence, composure-all of it deeply captivated Patrick.

This feeling was something Patrick had never experienced before.

In this lifetime, he was certain about this woman.

He would use practical actions to make Jane fall in love with him again, to accept his proposal.

Through all the ages, he would cherish her, take care of her, hold her hand, and grow old together.

Patrick took Jane’s hand, placed it on his sensuous lips, gently caressing it. His eyes held a tenderness that he had never shown in front of others.

“Jane, you’ll be fine,” Patrick said in a low and steady voice.

“Mm…” Jane leaned against Patrick’s chest, letting out a soft whimper.

She instinctively felt Patrick’s cool lips were soothing, and she rubbed her cheek against them.

This cool sensation, like a clear spring, made her want to get closer.

Jane’s action made it unbearable for Patrick.

Taking the lead, he held Jane’s face in his hands, leaned down, and decisively pressed his lips against her tempting red ones…

The next day, the sky was clear.

The sunlight outside the window shone through the glass, dazzling Jane.

Rubbing her eyes, she slowly opened them.

Before her eyes was the incredibly handsome face of Patrick.

“Jane, are you awake?”

Patrick sat at the bedside, not having slept all night, worrying about Jane’s condition. Now that he saw Jane finally wake up, there was a hint of joy in his voice.

“Patrick? Why are you in my room?” Jane asked subconsciously.

Patrick’s deep gaze looked at her, and he asked in a low tone, “You had an allergy and a fever yesterday. I was worried, so I stayed here with you.”

Allergy? Fever?

Jane rubbed her forehead, and memories from yesterday slowly returned.

She recalled that it was the opening ceremony of the new drama yesterday. While answering reporters’ questions on stage with Osborn, she suddenly had an allergic reaction.

At that time, she felt very uncomfortable and was surrounded by reporters. Patrick had driven the reporters away and carried her to the car.

After that…

What happened afterward?

Jane couldn’t remember some parts.

“How do you feel?” Patrick looked at Jane; her face had improved a lot.

It seemed that Evan’s medicine was quite effective.

With Patrick’s question, Jane suddenly felt a bit itchy.

She looked down and saw that the swelling on her shoulders and chest, which had been severe yesterday, had reduced, and the rashes had also diminished.

“I’m much better,” Jane smiled. “Thanks for being there for me yesterday.”

“No need to be polite,” Patrick said in a deep voice. “As long as you’re okay, I’m relieved.”

Meeting the profound gaze of the man in front of her and hearing his concerned words, Jane couldn’t help but feel a warmth in her heart.

Patrick’s handsome face showed a bit of fatigue, and he looked a little weary.

“You didn’t sit here all night without sleeping, did you?” Jane asked.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“Mm,” Patrick nodded faintly.

Suddenly remembering something, he picked up a medicine bottle from the nearby table, poured out a pill, and handed it to Jane. “This is the medicine Evan prescribed for you. It works well. You took it last night, and you’re much better today.”

“Last night, you fed me the medicine?” Jane took the pill and asked subconsciously.

Patrick raised an eyebrow, looked deeply at her, and slightly lifted his thin lips. “What else would I do?”

Jane looked down at the pill in her hand.

Yesterday, she was in a daze from the fever. How did he manage to feed her such a big pill?

In her mind, some not-so-appropriate scenes flashed.

Last night… she vaguely felt like someone was holding her, even kissing her. She seemed to have a feeling of breathlessness.

The scene of Patrick feeding her medicine intermittently appeared in Jane’s mind.

Jane’s face suddenly turned hot.

“Jane, why is your face red?” Patrick squinted slightly, asking with a smirk.

Jane felt embarrassed. “Uh, maybe the fever hasn’t completely gone!”

“Is that so?” Patrick smirked.

Early this morning, before Jane woke up, Patrick had already checked her temperature, and she was no longer running a fever.

Now, her face suddenly turning so red, was it because she felt shy?

So, last night, was she not entirely unconscious?

Seeing Patrick’s teasing smile, Jane gave him a glance, got out of bed, and prepared to get the ointment she had made from her suitcase.

Although Evan’s medicine was effective, it hadn’t completely cured her.

Combining it with her ointment would speed up her recovery.

Just as Jane was about to get out of bed, Patrick pressed her back.

“What are you doing?” Jane frowned.

Patrick leaned over, hands on both sides of Jane’s shoulders, looking down at her. “I should be asking you that. What are you doing? You’re still running around when you’re not well? Evan told you to rest. Be a good girl, lie down and rest in bed.”

Looking at Patrick’s handsome and imposing face in front of her, Jane’s face began to blush uncontrollably again.

She took a deep breath. “Get away, don’t press on me…”