“Speak your mind!” Patrick’s voice was cold.
Morton’s expression stiffened. “BPL has been making continuous moves. They suffered a significant loss in the last North Bay project. They won’t let it go easily.”
“I see,” Patrick said.
Antony targeting Pansy Group wasn’t a recent development. It was far more than just about the North Bay project.
Thinking about the photos Jane showed him, realizing Candice knew Antony back in Australia, Patrick’s face turned colder.
“You can leave. Keep an eye on BPL,” Patrick ordered in a low voice.
“Yes, CEO,” Morton nodded.
As he walked towards the CEO’s office door, Patrick’s crisp voice sounded from behind, “Did Jane come to work today?”
Morton halted for a moment, quickly turned around, and replied, “Miss North is here.”
Patrick’s handsome face visibly softened, leaving Morton dumbfounded.
Miss North held a significant place in the CEO’s heart, indeed!
Jane was reviewing the latest designs submitted by the design department, shaking her head in disbelief.
This Sherry had made no progress at all.
The areas she asked her to improve were completely disregarded, and the design was a complete mess.
It seemed she had to do it herself.
Just then, Jane’s office phone rang.
She glanced at it; internal line 888, Patrick was calling.
Jane answered the phone, and Patrick’s magnetic voice came through, “Come to the office.”
“Alright,” Jane agreed.
After hanging up, Jane took the elevator directly to the CEO’s office on the eighteenth floor.
She reached out and knocked on the door, but there was no response from inside.
Puzzled, just as Jane was about to wonder, the door to the CEO’s office suddenly opened, revealing Patrick’s tall and imposing figure.
“Come in.”
Patrick spoke lowly and extended his large hand, pulling Jane inside.
With a bang, he closed the door, then pressed Jane against it. His hands braced on both sides of her body, he lowered his head, and his deep gaze fixed tightly on her face.
“Jane, I missed you,” Patrick’s voice rumbled lowly in Jane’s ear.
Uh…
Facing Patrick’s intense gaze, Jane’s heartbeat slowed for a beat.
Did he call her here just to say this?
“It’s working hours now, talking about personal feelings isn’t appropriate,” Jane cleared her throat, speaking seriously.
Patrick’s gaze darkened slightly, “Do you not miss me at all?”
“No…”
Before Jane could say the word “miss,” Patrick suddenly bent down and kissed her, silencing her words.
Jane was speechless. She tried to push him away, but he remained unmoved, deepening the kiss.
Patrick’s tongue forcefully opened Jane’s small mouth, entwining with her lips and teeth. It was domineering yet carried a hint of tenderness.
Jane couldn’t resist and instinctively wrapped her hands around his neck.
This move was incredibly enticing, making Patrick unable to control himself.
The office atmosphere became enchanting.
It wasn’t clear how much time had passed, but Patrick reluctantly ended the deep kiss.
Jane, panting heavily, glared at him. “Pervert!”
Patrick chuckled, “I kissed my fiancée, openly and honestly. Where’s the perversion?”
“Everywhere is perverted,” Jane pushed him away without mercy and sat on the nearby sofa.
This man, his kiss left her feeling weak all over, her heart still pounding.
Patrick took a long step, settling beside Jane, reaching out to pull her shoulder towards him. In a low, deep voice, he whispered in her ear, “There are even more rogue moves, want to give it a try?”
Jane: !!!
“Enough, get to the point, why did you come to find me?” Jane quickly changed the subject.
This man’s thick-skinned approach was getting worse!
At this rate, who knows what shameless things he might do.
Patrick stopped teasing her, leaned back on the sofa, and said in a deep voice, “Candice has advanced-stage stomach cancer.”
“What?” Jane exclaimed.
Advanced-stage stomach cancer?
How is that possible?
Just a few days ago, she saw Candice, and she seemed perfectly fine. How could she suddenly have advanced-stage stomach cancer?
“Do you believe it?” Jane turned her head and asked Patrick.
“The doctor said so,” Patrick replied indifferently.
Jane pondered, “I’m afraid there’s something fishy about this.”
“Never mind her, let her be. If she’s really sick, treat her properly.” Patrick rubbed his temples. “What about your plan…”
“The plan remains unchanged!” Jane said coldly. “After work, go to the hospital and see her.”
“What do you mean…” Patrick glanced at Jane.
Jane playfully blinked, “You know.”
After work, Patrick drove to the hospital.
He entered Candice’s ward, and she was already awake.
Patrick pushed the door open.
Candice, with a pale face, sat up as soon as she saw Patrick. “Patrick, what’s wrong with me?”
Patrick stood on the side, hands in his pockets, looking down at her from a higher position.
He suddenly remembered Jane’s words.
Candice’s illness came suddenly.
“Candy, you’re sick. The doctor said you have advanced-stage stomach cancer,” Patrick said with a calm expression.
“What?!” Candice widened her eyes in disbelief. “Advanced-stage stomach cancer…”
“No, it’s impossible!” Candice’s eyes instantly turned red, tears streaming down like a tide.
She cried for a long time, lifting her head pitifully to look at Patrick. “Patrick, am I going to die? I don’t want to die.”
Patrick stood in front of Candice, thinking about Jane’s words.
He asked in a deep voice, “Candy, your health isn’t good, didn’t you notice?”
Being sick doesn’t happen suddenly in life. Candice had always been healthy before.
Why did she suddenly have advanced-stage stomach cancer?
Candice lowered her head, her voice full of grievances, “Patrick, do you think I would lie to you about something like this?”
Tears the size of beans continued to fall, soaking the pure white sheets.
“I know I’ve done so many wrong things before, and you no longer trust me. But can I deceive you with something like this?” Candice clutched the blanket tightly. “Patrick, if you don’t believe me, it’s okay. Just leave, and let me live or die on my own.”
Patrick didn’t treat her as delicately as Candice had imagined. He just furrowed his brow slightly, “The doctor said you have advanced-stage stomach cancer. With chemotherapy, there’s about two years left, and without it, only a month. Regardless of your choice, in your limited life, whatever you want, as long as I can do it, I will give it to you.”