Mysterious Mrs. Pansy

“My clothes…”

Jane wanted to ask who had changed her out of her clothes, but the shame held her tongue. Patrick, somewhat embarrassed, cleared his throat and explained, “The maid, Amy, helped you change.”

Jane breathed a sigh of relief.

Amy was the maid Patrick had hired.

In the soft orange light, Patrick’s handsome face took on a gentler aspect.

“I also had a doctor examine you. It appears you have hypoglycemia.”

Jane couldn’t help but feel a twinge of embarrassment.

She had fainted due to something as common as hypoglycemia.

When had her body grown so weak? She couldn’t help but blame Patrick for it. Perhaps it was because she had to take care of him last night.

She ended up staying up late and had only gotten to bed much later.

Then, today, she was tasked with taking meeting minutes and making revisions to the plan.

There had been no time left for her to eat.

That’s why she fainted from hypoglycemia.

“You’ll be fine after some rest,” Patrick reassured her, checking his watch.

“It’s quite late now. You should go to bed early, and don’t come to the company tomorrow.”

“Thank you,” Jane replied.

She massaged her stomach, and the pain had subsided.

The following day, Jane awoke at nine o’clock. She was going to be late.

Jane sprang out of bed, hastily gathered her things, and headed out of the room.

In the kitchen, she encountered a middle-aged woman who was busy at work.

The woman noticed Jane’s presence and greeted her politely, “Miss North.”

“Hello. You must be… Amy?” Jane ventured after a moment’s consideration.

Amy nodded and smiled warmly, “Your breakfast is ready.”

After glancing at her watch, Jane replied apologetically, “Thank you, Amy. But I must be going now, or I’ll be late for work.”

However, Amy politely insisted that Jane must have her breakfast.

“Mr. Pansy ordered that you must have breakfast.”

“Oh, all right then,” Jane said, somewhat speechless.Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

Why was Patrick showing so much concern for her? Jane took a seat, and Amy brought over her breakfast along with a cup of ginger tea with brown sugar.

“Amy prepared this for you upon Mr. Pansy’s request,” Amy explained, smiling and gesturing toward the tea.

Patrick had ordered this? How did he even know about it? She sipped the tea, and it gave her a warm, comforting feeling.

After finishing her breakfast, Jane hurriedly headed to the company. She still wanted to work, even though Patrick had advised her to rest at home.

As she arrived at the company building, Jane overheard her two nearby colleagues chatting.

“Wow, Osborn is so handsome!”

“Don’t kid yourself. Did you not see that interview where he mentioned being in love for two years? You don’t stand a chance.”

Osborn? Jane was in shock.

“Jane, have you seen the top search? Osborn is back, and he gave an interview. He rarely does interviews.”

“Is that so?” Jane asked absentmindedly.

“Who is Osborn, anyway?”

“Osborn! You don’t know Osborn? He’s the most popular male star right now. He’s incredibly handsome, too.”

Eve, the colleague sitting next to Jane, turned to her and explained.

“He’s almost as big as our president.”

Indeed, it was Osborn.

Jane clicked on the top search, and there it was-Osborn’s news at the forefront.

It was a rather exclusive interview.

Osborn, clad in a white suit and gold-rimmed glasses, looked elegant and melancholic simultaneously.

The first part of the interview was about his new movie, and the second half veered into personal questions.

“Now, Osborn, I’m sure many of our viewers are eager to know about your personal life. Is there a girlfriend you can call your own at the moment? Can you share?”

A subtle smile graced Osborn’s lips.

“No, I don’t have a girlfriend at the moment.”

“That must be great news for your female fans watching right now.”

Osborn’s tone became more solemn.

“But there’s a woman I deeply love. I’m waiting for her to accept me.”

Jane was slightly irritated by the interview and turned it off.

It seemed she needed to have a talk with Osborn.

He was a public figure, and saying such things publicly was inappropriate.

Jane remained in her daze until the surroundings suddenly fell silent.

“Jane, bring the Ice and Fire plan to my office.”

Jane raised her head, and her eyes met Patrick, walking toward her.

“Of course.”

Jane retrieved the requested plan and followed Patrick into the CEO’s office.

Patrick closed the door behind them and took a seat on the couch.

“Weren’t you unwell? If I recall correctly, why did you come to work today?”

Recalling the events of the previous night, Jane couldn’t shake off the embarrassment that still lingered.

She was typically in excellent health, and her fainting had been an unexpected accident.

With a smile, she responded, “I’m feeling much better now. Besides, the Ice and Fire project is in a critical phase. I’d prefer not to delay its progress due to my personal concerns.”

“Fair enough.”

Patrick gestured to the seat beside him, motioning for Jane to take it.

Jane complied, seating herself next to Patrick, but she maintained a respectable distance while handing over the revised plan.

“I had it revised last night…”

Before she could complete her sentence, Patrick interrupted.

“Did you catch the trending topic today?”

Trending topic? Had Patrick seen her watching the interview featuring Osborn? “I apologize for watching it during work hours. It won’t happen again.”

Patrick’s expression shifted into a frown as he said, “It’s best if you don’t develop any inappropriate feelings for him. Remember who you are right now.”

Inappropriate feelings? Jane was perplexed. What could Patrick mean by that? Was he insinuating that she had any feelings, inappropriate or not, for Osborn? It was clear that Osborn harbored inappropriate feelings for her, but Jane had no intention of revealing that to Patrick.

After a moment of reflection, Jane spoke firmly, “Please don’t assume anything malicious, Patrick. I don’t have the kind of relationship with them that you might think, whether it’s Carl or Osborn.”

“That’s good to hear.”

Patrick felt a sense of relief at Jane’s response.

Slowly, he moved closer to her, an enigmatic gleam in his eyes.

“Remember, Jane, you are my fiancée.”

As Patrick’s handsome face drew nearer, Jane felt her heart rate quicken.

Fiancée? She was only his fiancée in name, as far as she was aware.

Though she wanted to deny his words, Jane chose a lighter response, “Alright.”

Patrick’s face continued to approach, his lips nearly about to meet hers.