She looked at Patrick’s slightly angry face, took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down, and said, “No matter what happens, let’s talk after Osborn’s surgery. Otherwise, if it spreads, it won’t be good.”
Although Patrick was angry, he had to admit that Jane was right at this moment. He reluctantly swallowed his pride and said, “Then I’ll wait until after Osborn’s surgery. We can discuss this issue, but you must give me an explanation.”
As time passed, the display board outside the operating room still showed the same three characters: “In surgery.” Jane didn’t know the situation on the film set, and her mood became increasingly anxious. All she could think of were the words Osborn said to her, and Patrick paced back and forth.
Outside the ward, there was complete silence. After about two hours, the indicator board finally turned green. Shortly afterward, the doctor opened the door and walked out.
Hearing the sound, Jane turned around and quickly stood up, asking, “Doctor, how is Osborn now?”
Patrick stood by, and when he heard Osborn’s name, he only slightly frowned, but said nothing.
The doctor visibly breathed a sigh of relief, and his tone became much lighter. “Don’t worry, the surgery was very successful, thanks to your timely arrival. The bullet also didn’t hit the heart; it deviated slightly. We’ve successfully removed it. However, he will need a few months to recover. During this time, he should avoid excessive emotional excitement and intense exercise. He needs to stay in the hospital for observation until the wound is completely healed, but he also needs rest.”
Jane breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile unconsciously appeared on her lips. “Alright, I got it. Thank you, doctor.”
“No problem,” the doctor smiled and shook his head. “The surgery has just ended, and he is resting. Keep your voices down so as not to disturb him.”
“Okay, okay.”
Watching the doctor leave, Jane’s heart finally returned to her chest. She had been really scared just now. If Osborn had died because of her, she would have carried guilt and sorrow for a lifetime.
Patrick had been paying attention to Jane’s expression. When he saw Jane relax, he pursed his lips, looked away, and felt a mixture of emotions.
No man wants to see his girlfriend worried and frightened for someone else.
Feeling jealous is also instinctive.
“We…” Patrick had just said the word, and Jane had already turned and headed to the ward. The door was tightly closed. She stood at the door, looking at Osborn lying unconscious on the hospital bed. Her eyes showed complex emotions, but more than anything, she was relieved.
Osborn’s words to her before the surgery…
Well, forget it.
“Now that he’s okay, can you explain things to me?” Patrick asked, trying to keep his tone calm while talking to Jane.
Jane lowered her eyes, unsure of how to respond to Osborn’s feelings, especially considering he had almost lost his life for her. In a certain sense, there were still unresolved issues.
As for Patrick…
Jane lowered her eyes, thought for a moment, then turned around, facing Patrick. She said, “Patrick, why don’t you go back for now? I’ll call you later. I want to stay with Osborn.”
Osborn got injured because of her, and she couldn’t just leave him alone with Patrick at this moment.
Patrick, already trying to contain his anger, heard Jane say this, and his face immediately darkened. He turned to face Jane and asked sternly, “Jane, you are my girlfriend. If Osborn is awake, there are doctors to take care of him.”
“He got hurt because of me. I feel that I should stay here… Mm!”
Before Jane could finish explaining, her jaw was held firmly, forcibly lifted, and the man’s face came close, warm and hot sensations transmitting from his lips. Her teeth were pried open, and their tongues entwined.
His kiss was dominant and forceful, almost suffocating Jane. She lifted her head, hands pushing against him, finally managing to push Patrick away.
Jane was panting heavily, genuinely angry this time. Her face was flushed, and she slapped Patrick across the face.
“Are you crazy? Absolutely crazy!”
Patrick, surprised by Jane’s reaction, stood still. He hadn’t expected Jane to hit him. Slowly raising his hand to touch his left cheek, he teased the left side of his mouth with his tongue, his gaze turning back with a hint of mocking smile, yet overshadowed by the remaining anger.
“Did you hit me for him?” Patrick said at last, his expression completely changed, staring at Jane with incomprehension and resentment. He moved his throat but said nothing, turned around, and left in large strides.
Jane watched his back, her eyes both sour and bitter, but she didn’t call Patrick back. His jealousy today was really untimely, and he needed some time to reflect.
When Patrick returned to the Water Moon Community, his face was still gloomy. Candice was sitting on the sofa watching TV. When she saw the man coming in, she naturally showed a smile.
“Patrick, where did you go today?”
Patrick just glanced at her, and since he and Candice were just playing a role, coupled with the setback he experienced in Jane’s place, he was in a bad mood. How could he have the mood to joke with her?
“Nothing, just company matters.”
The man threw out these words, then walked upstairs. Candice noticed his mood, hurriedly poured a glass of water, and carried it to Patrick. She consoled him softly, “It’s normal to have many things to deal with in the company. Since you’re back, don’t frown. Come, have a sip of water, and if it’s too much, you can leave it to subordinates.”
Patrick was feeling upset, but he still gave face to Candice, took the water, and had a sip. Then he went into the study.
Candice hesitated in the living room for a while, then went to the refrigerator, took out the snacks she had made, and placed them next to Patrick in the study. Smiling, she said, “Patrick, you must be hungry after coming back so late. This is a small snack I made today. Try it, is it delicious.”
She sat down naturally beside Patrick, her hand reaching towards his arm, and even seemed to have the tendency to touch his chest.
Patrick, however, remained cold, “I don’t have an appetite now. I’ll eat later, and I’m a bit busy.”
“Patrick, I spent a long time making this. Give me some face and take a bite.”
Patrick pulled his arm back from Candice, his brow furrowed, and he irritably pinched the bridge of his nose. His tone became more intense, “I really don’t have the mood right now, and I’m busy with work. If you don’t have anything else, just leave for now.”