However, because Maria said so, the agent didn’t ask for anything else and just reminded her to remember to do business when she went back.
After a long day of work, Maria just wanted to rest and mumbled as she walked towards the hotel.
Since it was already late at night when she returned to the hotel, two receptionists were chatting at the front desk. Maria absentmindedly listened in on their conversation.
“Have you seen the news? There was a car accident on Broad Serenity Street.”
“Broad Serenity Street isn’t far from here. How serious is it?”
“It seems like a car crashed into a tree on the side of the road. I didn’t dare look at pictures but it seems pretty serious. The driver was immediately sent to hospital for treatment.”
Upon hearing this, Maria shook her head thinking that maybe it was drunk driving or else who would casually drive into a tree by the side of road?
Ding! The elevator doors opened.
As she entered the elevator, Maria heard one last sentence from outside:
“Wow! Look at this license plate number – 9246!”
Her feet stopped moving as if something had occurred to her but before she could react further, the closing elevator doors interrupted what receptionist had been saying.
An inexplicable emotion surged up within her and Maria looked down at her phone which was still turned off only to find that her wrists were trembling uncontrollably.
Suddenly, without warning or explanation, she rushed out directly towards front desk area where two receptionists stood looking surprised by her sudden appearance there.
“Excuse me,” said Maria breathlessly “Can I take a look at that news about an accident earlier?”
The two receptionists were taken aback by this request but eventually handed over their phones with curiosity written all over their faces.
Silently anticipating something, Maria glanced at the news on her phone and, at the first moment, saw the damaged car in the photos.
And the familiar license plate.
With a bang, Maria felt a buzzing in her head, and her feet staggered, almost losing balance.
“Miss, are you okay?” Seeing Maria’s strange reaction, the receptionist asked softly.
But Maria paid no attention to these words. She hastily opened her phone, and in an instant, countless messages and calls flooded in, all from Kim.
She looked at the voice messages in the chat box and opened the last one.
“Maria, I’m on my way right now…”
However, the next second, the voice message was filled with the piercing sound of brakes, along with the crashing and shattering sounds, exploding in Maria’s ears.
Her heart felt like it was being clenched by a giant hand, and she couldn’t even breathe.
How could this be… Maria couldn’t believe what had just happened.
“Maria, why are you standing…” The agent walked into the lobby and saw Maria standing there. She was about to speak when she saw her suddenly run out.
“Oh, what are you doing now?”
The agent shouted, and then a news alert appeared on her phone.
It was news of a car accident, and the injured person was Kim, the young master of Jiale Group.
…
Meanwhile, Jane and Patrick’s vacation was coming to an end. After stretching lazily and finishing up her work, Jane settled comfortably into her chair.
“I’m so tired,” she murmured softly. Suddenly she caught a whiff of something delicious that made her stomach growl with hunger.
Slipping on her slippers, she headed for the kitchen where Patrick was busy cooking several dishes that smelled heavenly. Sitting down in a chair with a smile on her face, she watched him work from behind as he moved around in front of the stove.
“Are you done yet?” Patrick walked over to Jane with a plate in hand and leaned down close enough for their noses to touch.
Jane nodded, stood up, and hung onto Patrick, like a koala clinging to a tree.
“Patrick, you’re quite domesticated,” Jane blinked, teasingly remarked in Patrick’s ear, “Just now, you seemed like a diligent wife, a husband working hard to support the family.”
Patrick raised an eyebrow, reaching out to embrace Jane’s waist.
“Hey handsome, how about I support you from now on?” Jane lifted Patrick’s chin, displaying a rogue-like appearance.
A hint of a light laugh flickered in his eyes, Patrick played along with Jane, putting on an obedient expression. “Sure.”
Jane curved her lips, getting addicted to this role-playing. She reached out, cupping Patrick’s face. “What do you know? I need to understand, or I might end up at a loss.”
Getting his face closer, Patrick intentionally whispered something in Jane’s ear, immediately turning her face bright red. She pushed Patrick’s chest with her hand.
Unexpectedly, Patrick exerted a little force, directly lifting Jane onto the dining table. “If you have any requests, Boss, feel free to mention them. I’ll do my best.”
“Rogue,” Jane buried her cheek in Patrick’s embrace, whispering softly.
“Why call me a rogue? This is the Boss asking what skills I have…” At this point, Patrick paused for a moment, deliberately lowering his voice again, “I’ll satisfy you.”
Jane was at a loss for words, usually when she intentionally flirted with Patrick, he would end up turning the tables on her no matter what. Patrick always appeared serious and cold, but he had a mischievous side to him.
“Let’s stop fooling around and eat,” Jane conceded defeat. She patted Patrick’s arm to signal him to let go of her.
However, Patrick didn’t seem like he was going to let go anytime soon; his arm still encircled Jane’s waist.
“What?” Jane raised an eyebrow at Patrick suspiciously, wondering what kind of scheme he had in mind this time.
Without warning, Patrick lowered his head and captured Jane’s lips with his own. He savored the taste that left him entranced by her every move.
He couldn’t get enough of everything about Jane.
Jane was startled by Patrick’s sudden enthusiasm. She tried to move backward, but Patrick’s arms tightly encircled her.
“Patrick…”
Jane struggled to catch her breath, making a soft hum. However, Patrick continued to press against her, his lips wandering on her cheeks and neck.
Biting down on her soft skin, Jane let out a light gasp, the pain causing her to furrow her brows.
“Patrick!”
She pushed against him with force, finally shoving Patrick away. However, this action only deepened the frown on Patrick’s forehead.
He abruptly grabbed Jane’s wrist, staring at her intently.
“Patrick, what’s wrong?” Jane looked at Patrick, feeling that something was off.
Patrick shook his head, seemingly uncomfortable, and he pinched his brow as if trying to alleviate some discomfort.
“Let’s eat first,” Patrick said in a low voice.
Jane couldn’t help but glance at Patrick a bit more, walking around to the other side of the dining table. Just as she was about to speak, she met Patrick’s eyes.
His eyes were tinged with red, gazing at Jane with a dangerous intensity.