Mysterious Mrs. Pansy

Just as Patrick was about to take things further, Jane’s phone in her pocket suddenly started vibrating like crazy.

Jane snapped back to reality.

Heavens, what had she done? She hadn’t resisted just now…

Jane quickly pushed Patrick away, her face flushed, breathing heavily. She took out her phone from her pocket.

Lowering her head to check, it was a call from Osborn.

Jane steadied her mind and answered.

“Jane, how’s your injury?” Osborn’s concerned voice came through the phone waves.

“I’m fine,” Jane replied in a nonchalant tone.

“That’s good.” Osborn nodded and hesitated before saying, “By the way, Yinnan asked the props team, and the loosening of the swing screw was an accident.”

“An accident?” Jane asked in return.

“That’s what he said.” Osborn frowned.

“I see.” Jane didn’t say anything more.

After hanging up the phone, Jane squinted her beautiful eyes.

An accident?

How was that possible?

Jane was well aware that this incident couldn’t have been an accident.

However, she couldn’t alert the person behind this right now.

Since Osborn said so, she would go with the flow, allowing the mastermind to lower their guard and reveal a flaw.

While Jane was thinking, a chill swept over her.

“Why did Osborn call you?” Patrick’s handsome face was gloomy.

Jane naturally sensed Patrick’s displeasure.

Thinking of the moment they almost crossed a line just now, Jane swallowed hard, feeling like his breath still lingered on her lips. “It’s nothing. I’ll go back to my room first.”

She hopped down from the stove, quickly adjusting the clothes that Patrick had pulled open at some point, and hastily returned to her room.

Watching Jane leave abruptly, Patrick stood still. He gently touched his lips with his clearly defined fingers, his deep gaze fluctuating.

Although Jane was no longer in the kitchen, it seemed like their ambiguous passion still lingered here.

Patrick believed that Jane would agree to be with him soon, back in his arms.

The next day was a clear day with an endless blue sky.

Jane went to the film set as usual but was stopped by Patrick.

“What’s wrong?” Jane looked at him in confusion.

“I’m going to the set with you today,” Patrick said, pulling her into the car without waiting for her response.

“Aren’t you working?” Jane asked, puzzled, as she sat in the car.

“I’m on leave today,” Patrick replied briefly.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

The boss gave himself a day off?

Jane pursed her lips but didn’t ask further.

When they arrived at the film set, Jane didn’t pay attention to Patrick. She needed to hurry and go to the makeup room. In the makeup room, Jane held the script in her hand, studying how to perform her role.

Even though it was a cameo, Jane would still strive for the best.

At this moment, someone knocked on the door of the makeup room.

“Come in.” The staff quickly went to open the door.

Through the large mirror in front of her, Jane watched as Osborn entered with his assistant, Devin, followed by a middle-aged man.

Jane frowned in confusion, looking at Osborn. “What’s going on?”

“This is the prop staff responsible for that day,” Osborn explained, pointing to the person they brought with them.

“Miss North, I’ve come to apologize.” The prop staff stepped forward, bowing sincerely to Jane. “If it weren’t for my negligence, you wouldn’t have been injured. It nearly turned into a big mistake, and I’m truly sorry!”

Jane squinted her eyes slightly.

If she remembered correctly, this prop staff was new.

So… he was the one who tampered with things?

But she didn’t even know this person. Why would he harm her without any reason or grudge?

Perhaps, there was someone behind the scenes instructing him.

Since he insisted it was an accident now, she decided to play along to draw out the mastermind.

Thinking this way, Jane put down the script in her hand and smiled, “Since it wasn’t intentional, I won’t pursue it. Just be more careful in the future and avoid making mistakes.”

Seeing Jane forgive him so easily, the prop staff was also surprised.

He glanced at Osborn beside him, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, “Thank you, Miss North. I’ll go back to work now.”

“Sure.” Jane nodded faintly, and the prop staff left.

Osborn, however, remained with Devin by his side.

“Do you have any other business?” Jane didn’t look at them directly, just asked while gazing at them in the mirror.

“I want to discuss the scenes we’ll be shooting later,” Osborn said, sitting in the chair next to Jane.

Jane had read the script and knew they would be filming a kissing scene.

Today’s scene between Jane and Osborn was where Osborn, playing the role of a king, confessed passionately to Jane, playing the character Zara, in a small grove in the palace.

However, Zara already had someone in her heart and didn’t like the king. She rejected him.

Angry, the king decided to forcibly kiss Zara, declaring, “Zara, you are mine. Your heart should only belong to me. I won’t allow you to think of any other man!”

Osborn portrayed extreme dominance, and a hint of frustration crossed his face imperceptibly. He reached out and pulled Jane into his arms, ignoring her struggles, tightly restraining her.

This appearance was intended to be forceful, with Jane playing a weak and delicate character, naturally unable to resist him.

Jane struggled in vain, and Osborn lowered his head to kiss her forcibly.

The two shared a deep and intense kiss.

Not far away, Patrick, witnessing this scene, his handsome face tense, burning with anger. Despite knowing that Osborn and Jane weren’t actually kissing, just acting, seeing Jane in his arms, the two so close, made him extremely uncomfortable.

“Click!”

Larry, seeing it was enough, shouted, “Great, well done, everyone. Get ready for the next scene.”

Jane immediately snapped out of acting mode and separated from Osborn.

“Jane…” Osborn was about to say something to Jane when Patrick came over and directly pulled Jane away.

“What’s wrong?” They moved to the side, and Jane asked in a calm tone.

Patrick’s face was gloomy, looking down at Jane from above, frowning. “My hand hurts.”

His icy breath enveloped her, and Jane pressed her lips together. “Is your hand okay?”

“Blow on it for me.” Patrick’s thin lips lifted slightly, and his deep gaze carried a trace of coldness.

Thinking of the scene they just shot with Osborn, Patrick was burning with jealousy.

Jane knew why he was angry. Just as she was about to speak, Patrick suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms.

He lowered his head, whispering huskily in her ear, “Jane, you’re mine! Only I can kiss you!”