Mysterious Mrs. Pansy

“Patrick, are you okay?” Jane asked with concern as she looked at the large bruise on Patrick’s hand.

Suddenly, an inexplicable emotion surged in her heart.

He had once again gotten hurt protecting her…

Seeing Jane’s worried expression, Patrick’s thin lips curved slightly, and a faint smile appeared in his barely visible eyes. “It’s worth it to get hurt for you.”

His words made Jane blush.

This man was always charming.

Avoiding his deep gaze, she turned away and stood up. “I’ll get the first aid kit to treat your wound.”

Finding the medical kit in the car’s trunk, Jane returned to Patrick with it, taking out iodine and gauze.

“Give me your hand.” Subconsciously, Jane’s voice softened.

Patrick gently placed his hand in Jane’s soft palm.

Jane looked at the horrifying wound on his hand with a furrowed brow.

“Don’t rush into uncertain situations next time.”

As Jane spoke, she used a cotton swab dipped in iodine to gently disinfect his wound.

Her movements were extremely gentle, carrying a tenderness even she wasn’t aware of.

Leaning against the backseat, Patrick supported his chin with his other hand, staring intently at the woman in front of him and her actions.

Watching her seriously treating his wound, especially those slightly pursed red lips due to worrying about him, stirred his heart.

After disinfecting, Jane bandaged his wound with gauze and then sighed slightly. “Alright, but I still suggest going to the hospital, just in case of tetanus or something.”

Looking up at Patrick, she didn’t expect to directly collide with his black pupils.

His gaze seemed to have a magical power, drawing her in.

Jane’s hands paused, staring blankly at him.

Her distracted appearance was incredibly cute.

Patrick’s Adam’s apple rolled, and he directly reached out, pulling Jane into his arms.

Lowering his head, he leaned towards her rosy lips…

As she looked at the familiar handsome face in front of her, gradually enlarging until it was about to touch her, Jane snapped back to reality.

“What are you doing?!” Jane pushed Patrick away forcefully.

She reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, sounding slightly dissatisfied, “You’re injured like this, and you’re still thinking about…”

Patrick hooked his lips, “Isn’t it because the person by my side is you?”

With these words, Patrick stood up again and leaned towards Jane.

Jane quickly pushed his chest, “You’re still coming!”

“Hmm?” Patrick raised an eyebrow, smirking at Jane.

Then, he reached over and fastened her seatbelt, feigning innocence. “What are you thinking? I just want to fasten your seatbelt.”

Jane: “…”

Seeing the woman in front of him looking annoyed, Patrick no longer teased her.

He sat back in the driver’s seat, started the car, but didn’t drive towards the hospital.

“We won’t go to the hospital. Having you as a doctor is enough.” Patrick glanced at Jane.

The two drove home in silence.

Back at the villa, Jane was about to go to her room to rest when she heard Patrick’s weak voice behind her, “Jane…”

She paused, turned around, and saw Patrick leaning on the sofa, looking pale.

“What’s wrong?” Jane’s heart sank, and she asked with concern.

She quickly approached, reaching out to touch his forehead.

Not hot, no fever.

Jane breathed a sigh of relief. She lowered her head and saw Patrick raising his eyebrows, looking at her with a slight lift of his thin lips. “I’m hungry.”

“Well, I’ll make something for you then,” Jane said, considering.

She turned and headed to the kitchen. Concerned that he might be very hungry, Jane opted for instant noodles. The process was quick, taking only seven or eight minutes to cook.

Instantly, the aroma of noodles filled the entire living room.

Jane was about to bring the noodles out when she heard Patrick’s magnetic voice in her ear, “Smells great.”

Patrick embraced her waist from behind, his chin resting on her slender shoulder.

“Move aside.” Faced with the injured Patrick, Jane pushed him away without hesitation. “I’ll bring it out for you to eat.”

“I want to eat it now.” Patrick’s tall figure leaned against the stove, but his deep eyes were fixed on Jane.

His intense gaze made Jane wonder if he wanted to eat noodles or… her.

Jane blushed involuntarily. What was she thinking?

Taking a deep breath, Jane pushed away those inexplicable emotions and handed the chopsticks to Patrick. “Here, be careful, it’s hot.”

“But my hand is injured, and I can’t use chopsticks. How about you feed me?” Patrick pretended to be pitiful, quirking the corner of his lips.

After all, he got injured saving her, and his hand was indeed inconvenient for handling chopsticks.

If she refused, would it seem like she was ungrateful?

Thinking this, Jane bit her lip. “Fine.”

With one hand holding the noodle bowl and the other using chopsticks to pick up a strand of noodles, she blew on it gently. When the noodles cooled down, she handed them to Patrick.

Patrick didn’t hesitate and opened his mouth, taking a bite.

After a few rounds, the bowl of noodles quickly emptied.

“Finished. Now, go rest,” Jane said as she put the bowl down, her eyebrows showing a hint of exhaustion.

After all the events of the day, she was tired and just wanted to rest.

But the next moment, a tremendous force around her waist pulled Jane into Patrick’s arms.

Patrick extended his large hand, and with a turn, Jane fell into his embrace, pressed against the stove.

“What are you doing?” Jane twisted her eyebrows, meeting the intense gaze of the man above her.

“Pretend to ask knowingly,” Patrick lowered his head, speaking softly against her ear.

The warm breath he exhaled instantly tingled her skin, turning it slightly pink.

Before she could look up, Patrick’s kiss descended.

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Jane was slightly stunned. Her feet slipped, and she subconsciously reached out to hold his slender waist.

This action seemed to inspire Patrick, and his gentleness was instantly replaced by fiery and eager actions.

He reached out, supporting Jane’s slender waist, lifting her up to sit on the stove.

Patrick pressed against Jane with his tall and sturdy body, hands clasping the back of her head, preventing her from moving.

His overwhelming kisses became more and more intense, making Jane feel like her breath was getting erratic…