With that thought in mind, Florence leaned in and kissed the man in front of her.
The scent of her perfume wafted over, and Patrick suddenly snapped out of it. This wasn’t Jane! Jane never wore perfume. Patrick turned his head, avoiding the kiss.
“Patrick, look at me.” Seeing Patrick’s reaction, Florence felt a wave of disappointment.
No, she couldn’t fail on a day like today. She had to seize this opportunity. “Patrick, I really like you. I’ve liked you since I was young, for a whole decade,” Florence expressed earnestly. “You feel something for me too, don’t you?”
Florence’s hands wrapped around Patrick, drawing closer. “Get away!” Patrick took a deep breath and pushed Florence away.
At that moment, Morton rushed in. He pushed open the door to the lounge and found Patrick sitting on the couch, while Florence lay on the ground after being pushed by him.
“Sir, are you alright?” Morton quickly understood what had happened, seeing Patrick’s restrained demeanor.
Patrick stood up, glanced down at Florence, who was still on the ground, and said, “Since she’s so fond of men, find her a man!”
“Yes, sir!” Morton nodded and helped Patrick leave.
He hadn’t expected Florence to be so audacious, daring to drug the boss. The esteemed Doyle family had stooped to such shameless acts; the world was truly going downhill.
“Sir, should I take you to the hospital?” Morton carefully helped Patrick into the car, asking.
“Take me to Jane’s place,” Patrick replied, his brows furrowed.
Morton’s tone took on a teasing note. “I understand, sir.”
Morton gripped the steering wheel tightly and drove towards the apartment where Jane lived.
Jane was engrossed in researching the Paris Design Competition when she suddenly received a call from Anthony.
“Ada, I’ve found the person you asked me to look into,” Anthony’s loud voice echoed over the phone.
“Hmm?” Jane inquired, “Did you find out where William is?”
“Yes, he’s in a remote little mountain village in City Y,” Anthony said, his eyes fixed on the computer. “I’ll send you the address shortly. It’s a very secluded place.”
“Okay, please send it to me as soon as possible,” Jane pondered.
William was indeed in a remote little mountain village. What kind of girl could there be in such a place, better than Nana?
Jane hung up the phone, and in no time, Anthony sent the address.
After a moment’s thought, Jane dialed Nana’s number.
Nana had been feeling low these past few days, wanting to find William but not knowing where he was. Now, Anthony had found his address, so it should be easy to locate him.
“Jane, do you need something from me?” Nana asked wearily.
“Nana, Anthony found William’s address,” Jane said solemnly.
“Really? Where is he?” Nana suddenly perked up, asking repeatedly.
“He’s in City Y, a very remote little mountain village,” Jane looked at the address. “It’s the kind of place where a car might not even be able to reach.”
Nana pressed, “Do you have the specific address?”
“Yes, I’ll send it to you immediately,” Jane nodded.
“Thank you, I’ll book a flight to City Y immediately,” Nana couldn’t wait to see William, to find out the truth.
“It’s late now, you can only get a ticket for tomorrow,” Jane considered. “I’ll go with you tomorrow.”
She was worried about Nana going alone. If that scoundrel William said anything to hurt Nana, she wouldn’t let him off.
“Okay,” Nana’s mind was in turmoil. She wanted to see William immediately, but she would have to wait until tomorrow.
Just then, the doorbell rang. Jane looked through the peephole and saw Morton supporting a flushed-faced Patrick at the door.
Jane quickly opened the door, looking puzzled at Patrick’s flushed face. “Patrick, what’s wrong?”
“The boss was drugged,” Morton helped Patrick inside and said, “Miss North, I leave him in your care.”
With that, Morton promptly left. “I have something to attend to. Miss North, please take care of the boss.”
Jane: …
Patrick had been drugged, and Morton left him here with her?
“Patrick, how do you feel?” Jane stepped forward to Patrick, reaching out to check his pulse.
His pulse was erratic, and he was burning up. Clearly, he had been drugged.
As she was thinking this, Patrick suddenly flipped his hand and grabbed Jane’s wrist. With a surge of force, he pressed Jane down onto the sofa.
The man before her had a flushed face, sweat beading on his forehead, and his eyes filled with desire.
“Please calm down,” Jane furrowed her brows. Patrick, in his current state, was clearly affected by the drug.
“Jane, I want you,” Patrick said hoarsely, his voice filled with desire as he faced the woman he loved.
Every fiber of his being demanded her immediately. He thought it, and he acted on it, leaning in to kiss Jane’s tempting red lips.
Feeling the scorching heat of his lips, Jane’s breath caught in her throat. Patrick, however, seemed unsatisfied with the kiss. His large hand ventured into Jane’s clothing, caressing her skin, which felt as soft and delicate as snow, incredibly pleasing to the touch.
With his other hand, Patrick began to undo Jane’s clothes. Startled, Jane pushed against him. “Stop it!”
Under the influence of the drug, Patrick had lost his rationality. In a deep, hoarse voice, he uttered, “We’re getting engaged soon, Jane. I want you now.”
“No, not now!” Jane refused without hesitation. She had always believed that such intimacy should be saved for their wedding night. But now, seeing Patrick in this state…
Struggling, she grabbed a nearby glass of cold water and splashed it onto Patrick’s face.
The sudden chill startled Patrick, and he released Jane. Quickly standing up, Jane said, “Patrick, endure it. Let me perform acupuncture on you, and you’ll feel better soon.”
Observing Jane as she turned to fetch the medical kit, Patrick’s face turned livid. This woman… was she really unwilling to be close to him?
Jane returned with the medical kit, noticing Patrick’s unpleasant expression. Assuming it was due to the effects of the drug, she hurried over and took out a silver needle, skillfully inserting it into an acupoint on Patrick’s chest. “Endure this, and I’ll alleviate the effects of the drug.”
“Why not use another method?” Patrick’s chest hurt, his tone icy.
“Hmm?” Jane was momentarily puzzled before understanding his meaning. She considered for a moment and said earnestly, “That… should wait until we’re married.”