As expected by Patrick, after drifting on the sea for a long time, several rescue personnel arrived and took them away.
By this time, it was already dawn. Jane looked at the approaching coast and saw that most of the people from the cruise ship had already been rescued.
After Patrick and Jane got ashore, medical staff who had been waiting there handed them towels and water.
“Mr. Pansy.”
At that moment, the female doctor who had treated Jane before hurried over. She looked at Patrick and Jane’s wet appearance with a very unhappy expression on her face.
“It’s okay. Let those people help search for other passengers on board,” Patrick instructed while Jane searched for Joseph’s figure nearby.
And just at that moment, the young man that Jane had rescued at sea approached. He stood in front of Jane, blocking her line of sight.
“Thank you,” he expressed with a bit of embarrassment, scratching his cheek.
“No problem,” Jane replied, looking at the young man who was handsome and had a hint of…
… star quality that could make it big in the entertainment industry.
“I… I’m Morgan Rees. Can I know your name?” Morgan’s cheeks blushed slightly as he shifted his gaze away, not daring to make direct eye contact with Jane.
Hearing this, Jane was a bit stunned. She initially thought this young man came to thank her, but now it seemed a bit peculiar.
Without an immediate response from Jane, Morgan lifted his head. However, instead of getting an answer, he saw Jane turning her head with a smile, looking at the man approaching her.
“You can call me Mrs. Pansy,” Jane blinked and took the initiative to shake Patrick’s hand.
Patrick glanced at Morgan without saying anything. Seeing Patrick’s silence, Jane, with a slight tilt of her head, smiled, “Jealous?”
At her words, Patrick suddenly embraced Jane, burying his head in the crook of her neck, speaking with a hint of sulking, “Really want to tie you to my side.”
“Mr. Pansy not confident in his own charm?” Jane pushed Patrick away, chuckling.
Concerned about Jane catching a cold, Patrick was focused on taking her back to the room and didn’t say much more. However, just as they were about to leave, Jane, who had turned her head again, stopped in her tracks.
“Patrick, did you see Joseph just now?”
Jane was worried. Regardless of Joseph’s identity, he couldn’t swim. Surviving such a massive storm last night would be challenging.
Seeing this, Patrick immediately had someone inquire with the search and rescue team. However, there was no sign of Joseph over there. Given Joseph’s distinctive appearance, it would be impossible not to remember seeing him.
Hearing this response from the search and rescue team, Jane’s heart sank a little. If something had happened to Joseph, it would be difficult to explain.
Knowing Jane’s worries, Patrick ordered his men to cooperate with the search and rescue team in their efforts. Jane was worried so she waited there anxiously.
Fortunately, not long after that news came from the search and rescue team that they had found Joseph.
Jane rushed forward to check on him but things weren’t looking good for Joseph.
“It looks like he has been unconscious for some time now and has ingested quite a bit of water. We need to take him straight away to the hospital,” said one of the nurses beside Joseph who lay on a stretcher designed for water rescues
Jane looked at Joseph’s pale face as his hand hung limply by his side.
After sending off Joseph to the hospital with medical personnel attending him closely, Patrick brought Jane back to their hotel room where she took several sneezes while taking her shower.
Jane, wrapped in a blanket, looked at her phone after taking a shower. There were still some emails from the company, and she replied briefly.
At that moment, the bathroom door opened, and Patrick walked out, surrounded by steam.
Jane turned her head and saw Patrick’s handsome figure. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes and shifted her gaze to the side.
Patrick curved his lips, got onto the bed, and pulled Jane into his arms. He lowered his head to kiss her forehead.
“Patrick, why am I so unlucky? I always encounter danger at sea,” Jane complained. After the events of yesterday, her interest in sea activities had completely vanished.
“Do I have to lie in the hotel and watch TV in the future?”
Listening to Jane’s grumbling, a hint of cunning flashed in Patrick’s eyes. He reached out and embraced Jane’s slender waist, letting her lean against his chest.
“We can do other things.”
Jane blushed. She intended to turn around and escape from Patrick, but she lost her balance, swayed a bit, and nearly fell on the bed.
However, this move caught Patrick’s attention. He raised an eyebrow, placed his hand on Jane’s cheek, and pressed her firmly onto the bed.
“So eager?”
Patrick teased Jane intentionally, watching her ears turn slightly red.
“Patrick, you rogue,” Jane pouted, turning her head away and refusing to look at Patrick.
Unexpectedly, Patrick showed an innocent expression as if he didn’t understand why Jane would say such a thing. “I want to give you a massage. You said your body wasn’t feeling well, so how am I being a rogue?”
“You!” Jane was momentarily speechless and glared at Patrick with gritted teeth.
“Or maybe you want to do something else?” Patrick slowly leaned down, his sinister and ambiguous aura enveloping Jane.
He looked down at Jane’s red lips and swallowed hard.
Jane didn’t resist; instead, she tilted her head up slightly and kissed Patrick back willingly. Unconsciously, her hand gripped onto his arm tightly, feeling him tense up for a moment.
Jane furrowed her brows slightly and reached out to touch Patrick’s cheek while lifting his eyelids with her other hand. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Patrick lowered his head to place small kisses on the nape of Jane’s neck. However, when she turned around naturally, she saw the wound on Patrick’s bicep.
Jane froze for a moment before pressing against his chest. “You’re injured?”
Patrick straightened up nonchalantly and said calmly, “It’s just a minor injury that I’ve already taken care of.”
However, Jane didn’t believe him at all as she pulled aside the bandage covering the wound on his arm which was about half the size of her palm – it looked like it had been cut by something sharp from behind despite not bleeding anymore.
“How did you treat this?” asked Jane with knitted eyebrows.
Seeing Patrick remain silent, Jane squinted slightly. “Don’t tell me you just did a simple wash?”
“I got some disinfectant from Amber Jenkins,” Patrick replied unusually obedient.
Amber, the doctor who accompanied him this time.
Hearing this, Jane’s expression instantly darkened.