“You be serious! Drive!” Jane’s face turned crimson, pushing Patrick away.
Seeing the woman beside him looking irritated, Patrick didn’t tease her anymore. He reached over and fastened her seatbelt, chuckling softly, “Sure.”
With a firm grip on the steering wheel, Patrick drove Jane to her rented apartment.
Since they were acting, they couldn’t live together.
“Here we are.” Patrick stopped the car and opened the door for Jane.
“Hurry, go inside. Don’t let anyone see us.” Jane glanced around; if Candice saw them, all their efforts would be in vain.
However, Patrick seemed reluctant to let go. He extended his hand, pulling Jane into his embrace. “What’s the hurry? Can’t wait to chase me away?”
“No, if Candice’s people see us, then…” Jane’s words were cut off as Patrick suddenly leaned down, kissing her red lips.
This man!
Her wounds hadn’t fully healed, yet he was thinking about taking advantage of her!
Jane’s face turned red, and she tried to push him away, but his hands tightly restrained her.
The familiar and delightful taste of the woman in his arms made Patrick struggle to control himself.
He wanted more.
But, not now.
He reluctantly ended the passionate kiss, resting his chin on Jane’s forehead. “Jane, I can’t wait to have you.”
Uh…
This man was getting bolder and bolder!
Could he be more explicit?
Jane’s heart pounded, and she pushed him back into the car. “Okay, okay, leave quickly. It would be disastrous if someone saw us.”
Patrick had a wry smile on his face.
He was openly kissing his fiancée; why did it feel like they were having an affair?
Jane returned to her temporary apartment, freshened up, and lay down to rest.
In her mind, she kept recalling the scene in the bar parking lot.
Who was the little girl with the scar on her wrist?
Was it Candy?
Then why did Candice also have a scar on her wrist?
Was it fake?
She didn’t get a clear look just now, but instinctively, the scar on Candice’s wrist didn’t seem fake.
Next time, she had to find an opportunity to take a closer look.
Lost in her thoughts, Jane drifted into a half-asleep state.
In a daze, she found herself being chased again.
In the pitch-black woods, she kept running, running… A group of fierce-looking men chased after her.
A cliff was ahead!
She had nowhere else to run!
The pursuers’ footsteps grew louder, and with a slip, Jane tumbled down!
The realistic sensation of weightlessness filled Jane with fear in every cell of her body.
“Ah!!!” Jane screamed in terror, abruptly waking up.
She turned on the light, looked around; it was just another dream.
Jane rubbed her eyes, still in shock. Why did she have this dream again?
…
Patrick drove back to the hospital.
When he arrived at Old Pansy’s ward, Old Pansy was still sleeping, and Mr. Maurice was watching over him.
“Mr. Patrick, why did you come over? Aren’t you going home to rest?” Mr. Maurice asked respectfully as he saw Patrick.
Patrick replied calmly, “I want to spend some time with Grandpa.”
Old Pansy finally woke up, and his various health indicators were gradually improving. Patrick felt relieved and somewhat regretful.
He had been too engrossed in work, neglecting his grandfather’s health. Now that his grandfather was recovering, Patrick vowed to spend more time with him.
Both were dear to him, but while Grandfather treated him so well, Beatrice and Melissa…
The thought of those two women, harming Old Pansy for their selfish desires, trying to blame Jane and drive her away, even poisoning Old Pansy disregarding his well-being-Patrick’s handsome face darkened.
He couldn’t comprehend how Beatrice and Melissa could be so heartless.
With a serious expression, Patrick silently walked over to a nearby sofa and lay down.
Mr. Maurice didn’t inquire further; he quickly brought a blanket to cover him.
Watching him sleep with a furrowed brow, Mr. Maurice let out a deep sigh.
Such a heartrending child.
He never expected that his wife and Miss Melissa could do such harm to Old Pansy.
Mr. Maurice had watched Patrick grow up. Now that Beatrice and Melissa were detained, how would Patrick face the two women?
After all, they were family, and deep down, it wouldn’t be as easy for Patrick as he showed on the surface.
Mr. Maurice felt sorry for him.
Perhaps it was due to exhaustion from the recent days, Patrick slept until noon the next day.
Patrick vaguely heard a young woman’s voice.
Jane?
He opened his eyes, but instead of Jane, he saw Candice sitting by Old Pansy’s bedside. “Old Pansy, I made a nutritious lunch just for you. Give it a try.”
Candice, noticing Patrick was awake, felt delighted and caught a glimpse of disappointment in his eyes.
What was he disappointed about?
Probably thinking about that wretched Jane!
The mere thought of Jane filled Candice’s heart with resentment. How could Jane, that wretched woman, frame her, make Patrick think she was lying, and disappoint him?
She had to find a way to regain his favor!
Thinking this, Candice took a deep breath, pretended to be obedient and sensible, as if forgetting the events from the hotel last night.
She arched her eyebrows and asked, “Patrick, you’re awake?”
Handing the soup bowl to Mr. Maurice beside her, Candice stood up and walked towards Patrick.
“Patrick, I went to your office to find you, but you weren’t there. Morton told me you were here taking care of Grandfather. I was worried you wouldn’t eat well, so I made a nutritious meal for both you and Grandfather.”
She sat down on the nearby sofa, opened the lunchboxes in front of Patrick one by one, presenting a variety of delicious dishes that showcased her extreme virtuosity in the kitchen.
Patrick glanced down but said nothing.
Old Pansy, seeing Candice’s prompt and attentive behavior towards Patrick, pondered with a thoughtful expression. His sharp eyes had long seen through everything, but he remained silent.
He refrained from meddling in the affairs of the younger generation.
He believed Patrick could handle things on his own.
“No need, Mr. Maurice. Just go to the hospital cafeteria and get me some food.” Patrick had just woken up, and his voice was slightly hoarse, perhaps from sleeping on the sofa and catching a chill.
Candice’s heart tightened upon hearing this, especially with his cold and distant attitude towards her. Was he treating her as if she were invisible now?
“Patrick, I made food for you. Why do you want Mr. Maurice to go to the cafeteria?” Her face turned pale, and she bit her lower lip, a look of distress written all over her face.