Patrick was exhausted, but not completely drained. The effects of the medicine had just worn off, and he still had some control over his limbs. He had pushed himself to his limits when he knocked out the bodyguard earlier, but now his steps were getting heavier and the sound of running behind him was getting louder.
He gritted his teeth and continued running forward, but Michelle’s car soon blocked his path. Within seconds, high beams shone in Patrick’s eyes as a white car raced past him. The woman driving it sharply turned the steering wheel and parked her car right in front of Patrick.
Forced to stop, Patrick instinctively took a step back with furrowed brows – an alert stance.
Michelle’s bodyguards quickly surrounded him like fish in a barrel; there was no way for him to escape now.
The girl got out of her car with folded arms and looked at Patrick with a smirk on her face. “Patrick,” she said condescendingly. “I advise you to come back to France with me while you still can. I don’t want to force you into anything, but don’t test my patience either.”
“Michelle.” Patrick knew that being confrontational wouldn’t work at this moment, so he tried to delay as much as possible. Jane must be looking for him since he hadn’t returned for such a long time.
“Don’t be so stubborn. We really aren’t suitable for each other. Why not let me go quickly? I won’t tell Prince Duckstein about this matter, and we can pretend we’ve never met. Isn’t that better?”
“No.” Michelle shook her head, unyielding, her attitude unswayed. “Do you think Jane can find this place? Stop thinking about it. You better hurry-”
“Patrick!” Just in the nick of time, a female voice echoed from not far away.
Patrick immediately looked up and saw Jane’s figure. Her hair was a bit disheveled, and she hadn’t had time to tidy up. She looked both nervous and serious as she stared at Patrick and Michelle.
Hearing the voice, Michelle frowned in impatience, turning her head to see Jane. She was surprised and questioned, “Jane, why are you here?”
She had ordered someone to throw Patrick’s phone away in the outskirts. How could Jane still find them?
“If I hadn’t come, who knows what might have happened. Michelle, release Patrick quickly, and we can talk peacefully.”
Jane sneered. She had admitted to not being a virtuous woman, but before seeing it for herself, she couldn’t believe Michelle would actually do such a thing.
It seemed she was momentarily confused and had mistaken the person!
“Release him? What if I don’t? Jane, let me tell you the truth. I also like Patrick. From the moment I saw him, if you’re willing to let him be with me, break up with him, we can still be friends. Maybe I’ll even invite you to Patrick and my wedding.”
Michelle smiled, appearing indifferent. Jane was currently at a disadvantage. If Michelle insisted on taking Patrick away, Jane probably wouldn’t have much choice.
“Is that so?” Jane squinted slightly, and not long after, Morton rushed over with a flashlight on his phone. Behind him, eight or nine bodyguards, all professionally trained, followed. If a conflict erupted, it was unclear who would come out on top. Both sides were in a standoff. Morton spoke sternly, “Release our CEO quickly, or I can’t guarantee you’ll leave here today!”
Michelle’s eyes showed confusion, anger, and various emotions. Finally, her gaze fixed on Jane, and she chuckled.
“Jane, it seems you want to confront me head-on today?”
Jane stared directly at Michelle, showing no signs of intimidation. “Michelle, I initially thought you were just being childish and causing a scene. I never expected you to do something like this. If you don’t want this to become a big issue today and make headlines tomorrow, release Patrick now, and you can safely leave.”
Michelle pursed her lips without saying a word. Her large eyes were filled with resentment. She clenched her fists secretly, but she didn’t argue with Jane. She knew the people she brought couldn’t compare to Jane’s side. If they tried to forcefully take Patrick, they might not fare well against those bodyguards.
“Release him.” Without hesitation, Michelle coldly ordered, letting go of the hand that rested on Patrick’s shoulder. Morton quickly walked over and pulled Patrick back to Jane.
“Patrick!”
Seeing Patrick coming over, Jane subconsciously called out, reaching out. She grabbed his sleeve tightly when she touched it, her palms sweaty from nervousness.
Patrick sensed Jane’s unease. After standing beside Jane, he reached back and held her hand, giving her a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry; I’m fine.”
Once Jane was sure Patrick was unharmed, she felt relieved.
She looked at Michelle, who wore a gloomy expression, with seriousness and anger. “Michelle, starting from today, I hope you won’t bother Patrick anymore. He is my fiancé. Moreover, we’re getting married soon. Considering that Patrick is unharmed today, we might not inform Baron Duckstein about this incident. However, that doesn’t mean nothing happened. If there’s a next time, I won’t be lenient.”
After saying this, Jane turned her face away, no longer glancing at Michelle. She held Patrick’s hand and said, “Patrick, let’s go home.”
Hearing these words, Michelle was infuriated but felt helpless. She could only watch as Patrick and Jane left.
[Patrick, I will make you mine!]
On the way back to Guavo, Morton drove, and Jane and Patrick sat side by side in the back seat.
Jane kept holding Patrick’s hand and didn’t say a word. It wasn’t until they returned to the Water Moon Community and entered their home that Patrick’s nerves finally relaxed.
He let out a deep sigh, sitting on the sofa, feeling a bit dizzy. Subconsciously, he used his left hand to support his forehead.
Jane noticed and went to pour a glass of hot water for him, placing it in his hand. She then sat beside him and comforted, “It’s alright now. Are you feeling unwell? Take a sip of water to relax.”
“When I went to see Michelle today, she drugged me,” Patrick said wearily. After feeling a bit better, he put his hand down, turned to Jane, and recounted the events that happened after going to the small cabin.