“Jane, I’ve heard about that Queena situation,” Mike sat down on the couch and stroked his white beard. “Thank goodness you saw through her true colors, otherwise Patrick would still be fooled by her. Patrick is just too sentimental and he always remembers Candy’s kindness from back then.”
“Grandpa, where were you going with that?” Patrick’s mouth twitched.
Could Grandpa stop bringing up old wounds?
After a pause, he continued, “Actually, I knew Queena was fake a long time ago. Otherwise how could she have acted with Jane in that play? Right Jane?”
Jane gave Patrick a look. “Give it up already!”
“Now that Queena has been taken care of, when are you two planning to get married? This old bone of mine can’t wait to hold a grandchild,” Mike grinned.
“We’re planning to get engaged next month,” Jane sat down next to Mike and calmly spoke.
“Grandpa, can you pick out a good day for us?” Patrick squeezed in next to Jane and eagerly asked Mike.
He had waited for this day for so long, the day he would marry Jane.
Seeing their enthusiasm made it impossible for Mike not to smile from ear-to-ear. He had always only recognized Jane as his granddaughter-in-law; now that Queena had received her due punishment, he could finally wait peacefully for his grandchild.
As for the date, he had already picked one out ages ago.
Mike happily said, “Do I even need your opinion on this matter? I’ve already picked out the date, the fifth of next month. There’s plenty of time left so if there’s anything else you need or want, we have enough time.”
“The fifth of next month…” For a moment, Jane felt dazed; she remembered she was supposed to participate in a fashion design competition soon after which meant she might not be able to attend their engagement ceremony if it was held at such an early date.
Mike noticed her hesitation and couldn’t help but ask, “What’s wrong, Jane? Do you have something important going on?”
Jane thought about when exactly she needed to go participate in the design competition; if everything went smoothly, then there shouldn’t be any problem attending their engagement ceremony either way.
She finally felt relieved and gently shook her head at Mike, smiling, “Grandpa, it’s nothing serious. I just have to go to Paris in a few days to participate in a fashion design competition. I’m considering if I can make it back in time. The timing works out, so I’ll go with what you say.”
Mike’s smile brightened up and she nodded repeatedly, saying, “Okay okay okay, it’s settled then. I’ll go check out the hotel for your engagement ceremony in the next few days. Ah… Jane, make sure you take breaks when you’re busy with work and don’t tire yourself out.”
“I understand… Grandpa, you don’t have to worry about me.” Jane smiled, feeling warmth in her heart.
Just like God owes her something, he will make it up to her in another way. At least she had Patrick and Mike who cared about her by her side.
She was really lucky.
At this moment, Patrick patted the sofa and said to Mike with a bit of dissatisfaction, “Grandpa, I’m going with Jane. Are you worried that something will happen to her? Don’t worry, I will definitely bring her back safely.”
“You,” Mike pointed at Patrick with his finger, jokingly and warningly said to him, “You go with Jane and take good care of her. Otherwise, when you come back, if I see that she has lost weight, I will definitely beat you up.”
Patrick shook his head and smiled helplessly, “Okay, okay, I understand. Grandpa, you can rest assured.”
Mike finally felt completely at ease. He now looked at the young couple in front of him, and his heart grew fonder as he watched them. The servant reminded him to return to his bedroom for rest, and Mike rose with the help of his cane.
“Both of you rarely come back, don’t go back today, just stay here. Maurice, prepare a room for them and let this young couple live together and talk.”
When Mr. Maurice heard these words, he naturally knew what Mike meant. He simply agreed with a smile and went upstairs to tidy up the room.
Jane and Patrick exchanged a glance, and Jane shrugged helplessly. She understood Mike’s perspective, and besides, it had been a long time since they last came back anyway.
After dinner, Mike made an excuse to go back to his room and rest. Before leaving, he gave them a meaningful look. Jane knew what Mike meant and smiled at Patrick.
“My grandfather is like this. You don’t have to worry about it, and you’ve known him for more than one day,” Patrick said, afraid that Jane might feel uncomfortable. He moved closer to her and squeezed her hand in an attempt to comfort her.
Jane whispered, “That’s grandfather. Why would I take it to heart? I’m not that petty.”
“Am I too inactive lately? Why am I so tired today?”
“If you’re tired, then go to bed early. The old house is indeed far from home,” Patrick said as he sat next to Jane, his right hand quietly reaching for her waist, wanting to hold her.
Jane sensed that something was wrong and lowered her head, gently patting away Patrick’s hand. She scolded him and said, “What are you doing? You’re being too touchy-feely. Go sleep on the couch tonight.”
Patrick didn’t want to comply with Jane’s request. He felt that they were about to get engaged soon and had been holding back for so long. His wife was right in front of him but all he could do was talk; it made him feel uncomfortable.
“Jane, Jane, we haven’t talked properly in such a long time…” Patrick spoke in a rare soft tone, no wait, he was acting spoiled.
Jane knew what Patrick was thinking about; she also missed him very much but some things just couldn’t be done.
With this thought in mind, Jane half-playfully raised the tone of her voice and said firmly, “No means no! You can only sleep on the couch tonight.”
Patrick let out a deep sigh and finally let go of Jane. He compromised, “Okay.”
It was already late at night; after washing up, both went to bed shortly after. However, while lying on the long sofa nearby there wasn’t even a hint of drowsiness for Patrick.
The bed not far away became silent without any sound except for the uniform breathing coming from it. Slowly opening his eyes again while looking towards the bed where Jane lay with her back facing him looking very obediently asleep…
Patrick thought for a moment but couldn’t control his feelings. He got up from the sofa, walked to the bedside, reached out to support the empty space, leaned over, and gently kissed Jane on the face.
“…Hm?”
Jane inadvertently made a sound. Sensing something on her face, she subconsciously raised her hand to rub her eyes, opened them, and saw Patrick.
“Why aren’t you sleeping yet?”