Jane had always been strong-willed and rarely showed her vulnerable side.
Patrick strode over to her with his long legs and wrapped his arms around her, asking with concern, “What’s wrong?”
Jane leaned into Patrick’s broad chest, feeling a sense of inexplicable comfort. She shook her head and smiled faintly, “Nothing.”
Patrick guessed that Jane was thinking about her grandfather. “Why don’t you give him a call? It’s daytime over there because of the time difference. You can also tell him about our engagement ceremony.” Jane nodded and dialed Tony’s number.
“Grandpa, it’s me. It must be noon over there,” Jane said with a smile.
Tony was delighted to hear his granddaughter’s voice. “Yes, it is noon here in Dubai where I’m playing for a few more days.”
Jane felt relieved knowing that he was having fun.
“Grandpa, Patrick and I have set our engagement ceremony for next weekend. When are you coming back?” This event was important to Jane as she wanted Tony to attend.
Patrick saw the smile on Jane’s face and felt at ease knowing that Tony was well.
“I’ll be back in Guavo soon enough so I won’t miss your engagement ceremony! And I have prepared an engagement gift for both of you which I’m sure you will love…” Tony said happily on the phone line.
“Really?” A warm feeling spread through Jane’s heart upon hearing this news because all she wanted was to see Grandpa again and receive his blessings.
As for gifts… since childhood until now Tony had spoiled her beyond measure; he would even pick stars from the sky if he could just give them all to her!
“Well then dearie,” Tony continued kindly through the phone waves, “It must be late where you are now so get some rest.”
“Mm-hmm.” Jane nodded before hanging up but found herself lost in thought afterwards…
In all of her memories growing up she only had Grandpa; never once did she meet or remember anything about her parents who supposedly passed away due to an accident when she was young…
But even if something tragic did happen why didn’t she recall any details?
Occasionally fragments of memory flashed through but they were too fleeting for any real recollection…
And who exactly was Bernice?
What connection did Rory have with Bernice?
“Why does Uncle Rory always avoid talking about Bernice whenever she’s mentioned?” Jane wondered. It seemed like there were things he was keeping from her and didn’t want to tell her.
But why?
Jane remembered that Rory had once said that Bernice was her aunt. So where was Bernice now?
Judging by the way Rory acted, he must have loved Bernice very much. If she was still okay, then why would he be living in such a remote and snowy place like Mont Brush all alone? Why wouldn’t he go find Bernice?
Could it be…
There were so many things Jane couldn’t figure out, even though she had tried every possible method to investigate.
“Jane, what’s wrong?” Patrick asked with concern as he saw the woman next to him finish her phone call and look even more worried.
Jane snapped back to reality and met Patrick’s deep gaze full of care. Her heart skipped a beat.
“It’s nothing,” Jane replied with a hint of tiredness in her face.
As soon as she finished speaking, Patrick suddenly picked her up horizontally.
“What are you doing?” Jane exclaimed as she flew into the air.
“You said you wanted to rest,” Patrick replied with a half-smile on his face as he carried Jane into his room and gently placed her on the king-size bed in the center of the room.
“I want to go back to my own room,” protested Jane. She didn’t want to share a bed with this man!
“Don’t move.” Patrick firmly held down Jane who tried getting up from bed by wrapping his arms tightly around her slender waist, imprisoning her within them.
The two were so close together that their posture became incredibly ambiguous; it made Jane hold back on breathing for an instant.
“Don’t worry; I’m just holding you,” whispered Patrick softly after sensing what troubled Jane’s mind while suppressing his own desire at bay, “I promised I’d respect you.”
With those words from Patrick, Jane’s mind finally settled down.
They slept together peacefully throughout the night.
The next day, despite waking up early in morning feeling concerned about Osborn and Maria’s situation after breakfast at home; without wasting any time, she headed straight towards Star Entertainment office building.
Along the way, she checked through messages on phone only finding negative comments regarding Osborn which left headache inducing thoughts; if this continued, it could affect release of “Farewell My Concubine”.
Upon arriving at Star Entertainment office building, Jane went straight towards Osborn’s office.
“Jane!” Osborn looked up from staring blankly at various online comments criticizing him when suddenly seeing Jane push open door before walking inside, his eyes lit up.
Jane walked in and spoke softly, “Osborn, I’ve thought about it carefully. It’s best if you clarify this matter yourself. Otherwise, the public opinion will not be favorable for Star Entertainment.”
Osborn’s gaze slowly fell on Jane’s face, as if he wanted to see through her completely without saying a word.
Jane took a deep breath and tried to calm herself by tilting her head to the side. After a while, Osborn asked, “Are you really going to get engaged with Patrick?”
It was already too late for him to think about that! Sometimes Jane really had no way of dealing with Osborn. She had been rejecting him from the beginning and didn’t understand why he was still so persistent.
“Yes, I’m getting engaged to him next weekend.”
Osborn had imagined this scene countless times in his mind but when Jane said it out loud, his heart twisted painfully and his eyes became dim.
Seeing him like this made Jane sigh helplessly as she tried to console him, “Osborn, I’ve told you many times before that I love Patrick and he loves me too. Why are you still wasting your time on me? You should cherish what is right in front of you instead of thinking about me.”
Osborn raised his face with some surprise in his eyes; he didn’t expect Jane would bring up this topic again.
“You mean…”
Jane nodded, “Maria is a good girl . I could tell last time at the hospital that she actually likes you. You might want to try dating her instead.”
“Maria?” Osborn repeated with a slight smile on his lips. He admitted Maria was very nice but he just didn’t have any feelings towards her at all.
After a moment of silence, Osborn shook his head, “I don’t want to waste anyone’s time. Maria is indeed a very good girl, but I only see her as my little sister.”
The office door was slightly open, Maria came early for work today. She stood outside worriedly wanting an opportunity to apologize to Osborn. But unexpectedly, she heard everything they said inside the room.