Nana’s home was currently filled with a harmonious atmosphere, but the online world had already exploded.
While Nana was waiting for her flight at the airport and Carl proposed to her, an entertainment reporter happened to be present. Originally staking out another artist, the reporter unexpectedly witnessed this explosive scene in the lounge.
The news of the famous star Carl proposing to an unknown woman at the airport was huge! The news quickly spread on social media platforms, reaching the top three trending topics within two hours. It even carried a bold red “breaking” tag.
#CarlUnknownWoman#Breaking
#GuavoAirport#
#CarlProposes#
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Similar entries about Carl’s proposal quickly emerged, occupying several spots in the top ten trending topics. Even the photos of Carl proposing to Nana flooded the entire platform, with the discussion continuously escalating.
Carl’s fangirls were lamenting in the comments, but most fans maintained an optimistic and supportive attitude. After all, Carl wasn’t just a pretty face; especially considering the recent fanbase collapsing incidents, they preferred seeing their idol openly pursuing love.
Carl’s phone had received five or six consecutive calls from his agent, but he was currently having dinner at Nana’s place and had no time to pay attention to anything else.
Hospital.
William lay in the hospital room, bored, scrolling through the trending topics on his phone. When he saw the entry about Carl, a sense of foreboding crept over him. Upon clicking into it and seeing the pictures of Carl proposing at Guavo Airport, he discovered the subject of the proposal – Nana.
Although the photos had tricky angles, they were clear enough. William’s eyes widened, and his heart sank to the bottom. So, Nana had fallen for someone else, and that was why she agreed to break up with him suddenly.
As he gazed at the photos on his phone, the sight of Carl holding a bouquet seemed glaringly irritating, and William couldn’t help but feel a tinge of irony.
His gaze dropped to his bandaged right leg, and William felt like a tangled mess of emotions in his heart. The discomfort was overwhelming. Still, in the end, he could only swallow back the words he wanted to say and let out a sigh.
Well, he was in no condition to burden her now.
“Continue calling Carl, and inform the PR department. Suppress this news until we get Carl’s stance. The most crucial thing right now is to bury this news!” Jane stared at the computer screen, her expression serious, as she spoke through the phone.
Although she knew that Carl had liked Nana for a long time, the sudden turn of events would undoubtedly make Nana feel uncomfortable seeing her private matters on the entertainment news pages.
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It had been six or seven days since Antony called Candice to inform her about the North Bay project proposal. In this period, Patrick, for some unknown reason, either locked himself in the study or avoided any discussions about work. Even when Candice brought up the topic, he skillfully shifted the conversation.
On this day, feeling desperate, Candice received another call from Antony.
“How is the situation?” Antony’s voice sounded indifferent, carrying a commanding tone. “It’s been seven days; when can you give me the proposal?”
Candice furrowed her brows. Over the years, she had always felt a sense of fear hearing Antony’s voice. His words made her inexplicably nervous.
“Not yet… Antony, give me a little more time. I’ve been bringing up the matter with Patrick these days, but he always changes the subject. I can’t even get into the study. Give me more time; please wait a bit longer.”
“I’ll say it again. That’s your problem.”
Antony’s voice became even more intense, carrying an irresistible intimidation.
“Candice, you may have the patience to deal with Patrick slowly, but I don’t. I’ll give you three more days. If I don’t see the proposal, you should know the consequences.”
The man hung up, and a beep sounded from the receiver. Candice nervously placed her phone down. Antony’s words made her furrow her brows. Antony had been calling her frequently these days, sometimes even when Patrick was still at home. If it weren’t for her quick dismissals, he might have already sensed something.
No, she must hurry and marry Patrick, no matter what!
When Patrick returned home in the evening, he found Candice in the dining room, wearing a black lace nightgown, preparing dinner. The well-tailored fabric outlined her graceful curves.
He subtly furrowed his brows; it was evident she had some ulterior motive. After a moment of consideration, he walked to the couch, picked up a light jacket, and draped it over Candice. “Why are you dressed so lightly? Be careful not to catch a cold.”
“Patrick.” Candice, seeing him, revealed a delighted smile. She grasped his hand and slowly placed it on her waist. “You’ve just come back. I felt a bit unwell, so I got up. You’ve been at the company these days, and I missed you so much.”
With these words, she turned off the stove, gently encircling her hands around his waist and resting her head on his shoulder.
Patrick, with a quick glance, subtly stepped back without leaving a trace of resistance. “I just returned. I’ll change my clothes first. Put on the jacket and be careful not to catch a cold.”
After saying that, he turned and went upstairs. Candice watched his retreating figure, somewhat dissatisfied.
At 11:30 PM, Candice finally fell asleep. Patrick walked into the living room, quietly opened the bedroom door to check on the situation, and sighed in relief when he saw that Candice was still lying there.
These days had been spent appeasing her. It had been a long time since he last saw Jane, and he missed her.
Jane was sound asleep when the rustling sounds in the living room suddenly woke her up. She frowned, opened her eyes, quite alert, but dared not make any rash moves.
It was already late at night. Who could be in her house? A thief?
Jane furrowed her brows, uncovered the covers with light movements, grabbed the chair used for finding things placed near the door, and quietly walked out of the room after the sounds in the living room finally ceased.
Upon seeing the figure in the living room, she immediately raised the chair threateningly.
“Dare to come to my house -”
“It’s me.”
The person suddenly spoke, and then the lights in the living room were turned on. The man standing in front of Jane was none other than Patrick. He gazed at her with a smile in his eyes.
Jane was momentarily stunned, slowly lowering the chair in her hands. “Patrick? Why are you here?”