Beatrice looked at Queena with a serious expression. She didn’t like this woman, even more than Jane.
“Just a girl who sings in a bar, wanting to become the wife of the family? It’s just wishful thinking!”
“Patrick, I disagree,” Beatrice said to Patrick calmly but seriously.
Queena timidly looked at Beatrice and gathered her courage to speak. “Mrs. Pansy, I know you won’t accept me, but I really love Patrick. And we’re getting engaged tomorrow… Can you bless us?”
“Blessing? You have some nerve saying that!” Melissa was angry and couldn’t stand Queena’s attitude.
Patrick pulled Queena behind him and looked directly at Beatrice. “Candy and I truly love each other. Whether you agree or not, she will be my wife. Today we came back just to see the environment of the house; nothing else is important.”
In Patrick’s eyes, Melissa and Beatrice’s opinions were not very important; they were dispensable except for Mike who treated him well in his opinion.
“You!” Beatrice was so angry that her face turned pale with rage while gritting her teeth slightly. But Patrick ignored it completely as he took Queena’s hand and walked towards the study room.
“Come on, let me show you other rooms.”
Queena followed Patrick out while secretly glancing back at Melissa before turning away again with a smug smile on her face.
[Even if you don’t like me, what can you do? In the end isn’t Patrick going to marry me anyway?]
Melissa watched helplessly as Patrick and Queena walked away before sitting down again angrily on the sofa cushion which she hit hard with frustration in her eyes.
Beatrice felt helpless seeing Melissa’s reaction, “Why are you so anxious about this? Don’t worry; this woman will never enter our home.”
“But! But! My cousin is getting engaged to her tomorrow! You don’t know how much news there is about them online now… It’s causing such a stir!”
Melissa became increasingly jealous as she thought about it but also felt powerless against it all.
The news of Patrick and Queena’s engagement was now widespread, even flooding the internet with news of their upcoming ceremony tomorrow.
Jane had spent the past few days scouring through photos of Queena taken by reporters “coincidentally” at various jewelry and bridal shops. She was eager for everyone to know that she’ll soon be the future Mrs. Pansy.
As Jane scrolled through entertainment news about Patrick and Queena on her phone, she can’t help but smile. Tomorrow marked the end of this drama, and she was almost excited to see how it will all play out.
She picked up her phone and called Anthony. “Are you ready for tomorrow’s engagement ceremony for Patrick and Queena? Everything prepared?”
Anthony responded cheerfully on the other end, “Don’t worry Ada, everything is set in place. You can sit back and enjoy the show.”
Jane thanked him before ending their conversation with a sense of contentment.
Tomorrow will be a big day indeed – time to wrap up this scheme once and for all.
On their way back from the Pansy family estate to Water Moon Community, Queena sat in the passenger seat while occasionally glancing over at Patrick driving beside her, clearly wanting to say something but hesitating.
“What’s wrong?” Patrick noticed her expression immediately.
Queena fidgeted with her hands nervously before finally speaking up after some hesitation, “I noticed your mother and Melissa seemed unhappy earlier… do you think they might…”
“You have nothing to fear,” interrupted Patrick as he reached over to hold onto one of her hands reassuringly. “You’re marrying me, not them.”
After going around in circles like this for so long, those words were exactly what Queena needed to hear as she broke into a smile, “Patrick… you’re so kind.”
By evening time when they returned home, they ate dinner separately before getting busy with their own tasks again until 8pm when Queena knocked on his door once more.
Patrick had just finished sending Jane a message when he heard knocking at his door again; quickly typing out another message saying “do not disturb” before shutting off his screen entirely then calling out, “Come in.”
The woman pushed open the door and walked in. She was dressed in something that could easily pass for lingerie, with her alluring figure peeking through. Her shoulders were fair and glistening, and Queena had even curled her hair to add more femininity to her look.
“Patrick, I see you’re still awake,” she said.
When Patrick saw Queena’s seductive attire, he clearly hesitated for a moment before shifting his gaze back to the novel in his hand. “It’s still early. Why aren’t you wearing more clothes? Is there something on your mind?”
“No,” Queena replied softly. She spoke much gentler than usual, noticing Patrick’s reaction with a hidden smirk as she sat down on the bed beside him and snuggled up against his arm while running her hand over his chest.
“I’m just feeling anxious by myself and can’t sleep,” she continued while slowly tracing circles around the buttons of Patrick’s shirt with her fingers as if trying to undo them. “Patrick, we’re getting engaged tomorrow… I’m so happy.”
As she spoke, Queena continued moving her hand down towards Patrick’s waistline until he stopped it firmly.
Queena had played this game several times during this period of time; however, most of the time Patrick would use similar excuses to push away from it all but today was different. They were getting engaged tomorrow which made him feel quite uneasy about everything but thankfully it would be over soon enough.
“Queena,” he said while rubbing her hair gently. “You’ve already agreed that we’ll be together soon enough so there is no need for us to rush things.”
He took a deep breath before continuing, “There are many things that need our attention tomorrow at our engagement ceremony so you should go to bed early tonight instead of staying here.”