Unexpected Fiancée

Chapter 110 You Are Perfect For Me

Chapter 110 You Are Perfect for Me

As soon as Jane heard the name "Patrick," she felt a sense of annoyance. She slammed her glass down on the table and said, "Can we not talk about him?"

"Oh, looks like I guessed right," Nana smirked. "Honestly, Patrick is great. I've heard about him for a long time overseas and seeing him today, he definitely lives up to his reputation."

"What reputation?" Jane furrowed her brow and couldn't help but think of what Patrick had said in the elevator earlier.

"Tall, handsome, rich and powerful - he's perfect for you," Nana joked.

"Ugh, how tacky!" Jane picked up her glass and downed it in one go.

Nana cleared her throat. "My eyes don't lie. At the press conference earlier you two were so seamless together - it was like you were made for each other! Come on Jane, don't tell me you're not attracted to him."

"Don't be ridiculous." Jane leaned back in her chair and took a deep breath. "There's nothing between me and Patrick. My grandfather just forced me to come to Guavo to spend three months with him before breaking off our engagement."

Nana shrugged nonchalantly. "Alright then, let's make a bet: if after three months you haven't broken off your engagement with Patrick, then give me that handmade necklace of yours? What do ya say?"

Nana had been eyeing that necklace of Jane's for ages now; she didn't know how someone who was so skilled at everything from fashion design to computer hacking could also make such

beautiful jewelry.

It took someone as exceptional as Patrick just to barely match up with her.

"You're going to lose this bet," Jane smiled slightly before changing the subject: "Speaking of which... what about your Prince Charming William Lawrence?"

At the mention of William's name Nana looked away from Jane towards her drink; she spoke softly: "He's gone teaching in a village."

Jane was somewhat speechless at this news: "Well, that's meaningful at least…but does this mean he's given up on your relationship?"

William was Nana's senior during university days; tall with good looks plus top grades – he was quite popular around campus.

During a debate competition they met each other head-on which eventually led them into becoming lovers.

However, Nana's family did not approve of their relationship because William had lost his father at a young age and came from a poor background, while Nana's family was well-educated and wealthy.

As a result, Nana had a big argument with her family and ran away to another country. While walking on the street, she was almost attacked by some thugs. Jane appeared just in time to save her. The two became close friends who could talk about anything.

Later on, Jane opened Leo Studio and Nana became the manager to help run the business. However, there has always been an ambiguous relationship between Nana and William over the years.

Jane sounded somewhat dissatisfied as she said: "If he truly loves you, then he should go abroad with you to build something together. That can prove to your family that he can bring you happiness. I really don't know what it is about him that you like so much."

Nana sighed deeply before replying: "Love is blind. Once I fell for him it became impossible for me to let go."

Just as Jane was about to say something else, they heard an excited voice behind them saying: "Hi Jane! Long time no see!"

Turning around they saw Carl walking towards them.

"Carl! What brings you here?" asked Jane with a smile.

Carl was one of this bar's regulars who had brought some friends along tonight. He seemed very excited when he saw Jane and rushed over to say hello.

"The beautiful lady must be none other than Miss Nana," Carl said dramatically before snapping his fingers in front of her face. "I've heard so much about you!"

Jane introduced Carl properly by saying: "This is Carl - one of those up-and-coming actors. He's all the rage right now."

"I know him," replied Nana politely while nodding her head towards Carl before adding: "I've seen him on TV."

Carl sat down confidently next to them then gestured towards the dance floor saying: "Why don't we all go dance? My friends are already there waiting for us!"

"I'm not going," replied Jane rubbing her temples feeling tired after such a long day at work.

Nana accepted Carl's invitation though, so they both went off dancing while leaving Jane alone sitting in a corner near the bar watching everyone else having fun on the dance floor. C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

Looking at the excited people dancing on the dance floor, Jane suddenly recalled the scene of Patrick and Florence dancing.

What exactly does Patrick mean?

You say you want to have a relationship with me, but at the same time, you're all lovey-doy with Florence.

Feeling upset, Jane had a few glasses of wine, felt a little uncomfortable, and went to the bathroom.

Coming back from the restroom, she saw a man wearing a red shirt sitting next to her, looking shifty.

As Jane returned, the man in the red shirt whistled and said, "Hey beautiful, drinking alone? Why not come dance with me?"

Jane gave him a sidelong glance and ignored him, picking up her glass and taking a few hurried sips, choking on the drink.

"Cough, cough, cough..." A discomfort arose in her throat and Jane started to cough.

The man in the red shirt looked at Jane with ill intentions and reached out to help her, saying, "Beauty, you're drunk. Let me take you home."

"Get off me!" Jane is disgusted by the man's salty hands.

"Hey, you're still a little chili pepper. I love girls like you," the man said as he hit a wall, but showed no intention of leaving.

Such a beautiful creature, if he can press her under his body, it is really cool.

He narrowed his eyes and looked greedily at Jane. "Make an offer."

Jane frowned and spoke in a cold voice, "If you don't leave now, I won't be polite anymore!"

"You're welcome? Alright then, come with me. You can be as impolite as you want later on, and play whatever you like." The man in the red shirt eagerly pulled Jane along.

Jane stomped hard on the man's foot, causing him to wince in pain and release his grip on her.

Jane turned around and walked away, but the man refused to give up. He reached out and grabbed Jane's arm, pulling her into his embrace. "Tonight, I'm going to make you mine!" he declared.

A bang.

Jane picked up the bottle beside her and smashed it directly on the man's head.

Right there, the blood flew down the man's head.

"Stinky bitch, you're fucking doomed!" The man in the red shirt obviously didn't expect Jane to suddenly make a move. His eyes were filled with ferocity and bloodlust as he exclaimed, "Do you know who I am?!"

Jane held the wine bottle, with a cold smirk on her lips, "Whoever you are, just get lost?"