Unexpected Fiancée

Chapter 58: Enough?

Chapter 58: Enough?

Jane was fixated on the strikingly handsome figure advancing towards her, and her heart raced at the sight of Patrick.

"Patrick!"

A sudden and abrupt voice shattered the enigmatic atmosphere.

Jane pushed Patrick away and straightened up, feeling secretly annoyed.

Why did her face feel so hot? Why hadn't she pushed Patrick away just now? Was she captivated by his stunning looks? She glanced at the unexpected guest - none other than Melissa.

With furrowed eyebrows, Jane wondered what Melissa was up to.

In high heels, Melissa walked in, glared at Jane, then turned her attention to Patrick.

Reining in the jealousy that overwhelmed her, she inquired, "Patrick, did I disturb you?"

Patrick frowned slightly.

The heat that had lit up his eyes a moment ago was instantly replaced with coldness. He looked at Melissa with narrowed eyes and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Patrick, how is your hand? I brought you an ointment. It's very effective."

As Melissa spoke, she took out a tube of ointment from her bag and handed it to Patrick.

"No, thanks."

Patrick brushed Melissa's hand away.

"I already have an ointment."

Noting Melissa's disappointed expression, Jane chimed in, "Patrick only uses the ointment I brought for him, right, babe?"

Patrick softly agreed with a hum.

"Babe?" Melissa cursed Jane mentally for being shameless.

With a clenched jaw, Melissa urged herself to calm down.

"Jane, are you still angry with me?"

Melissa dropped her gaze to the floor, pretending to appear pitiful.

"I think you've misunderstood me. Patrick's mom insisted on coming to the company to meet you yesterday, and I couldn't change her mind. She was very concerned about Patrick. After all, he was injured while trying to save you. Her fury was understandable. Please don't be angry, Jane."

Seeing how Melissa absolved herself, Jane sneered, "Really? You told her about Patrick's injury, didn't you?"

"I didn't..."

Melissa bit her lower lip, wanting to say more, but Patrick interrupted her.

"Alright, Melissa. Go back to school. Don't come here for trivial reasons in the future."

Patrick's tone was a little icy and impolite. He rudely ordered her to leave.

Melissa's spirits dropped.

Unconvinced, she attempted again, saying, "Patrick, I came here especially to give you this ointment."

"Didn't you already say that? You don't need to worry about your cousin's injury. He advised you for your own good. He asked you to focus on your studies and not get distracted with other matters," Jane said with a smile.

Melissa restrained the urge to lash out at Jane in front of Patrick and said, "Patrick, I'm leaving now. You'd better keep this ointment. It might come in handy in the future."

She placed the ointment on the table, turned on her heel, and left.

Glancing at the ointment on the table, Jane said, "Your cousin brought this ointment specifically for you. Shouldn't you put it away?"

"No need," Patrick replied indifferently.

To Jane's surprise, he tossed the ointment into the trash can.

"Why did you throw it away?" Jane asked in a baffled voice.

Patrick gazed at Jane intensely and said in a playful tone, "Didn't you say that I would only use the ointment you bought?"

Jane was speechless.

Melissa heard a thud behind her and was stunned.

A gamut of emotions invaded her heart.

Patrick threw away the ointment she had specially given him. It was all Jane's fault! Jealousy raged in Melissa's heart.

She couldn't wait to drive Jane away! However, Jane had Patrick's protection, and not even his mother could drive a wedge between them.

Melissa suddenly had an idea. She wasn't the only one who wanted Jane gone.

For instance, Florence also wanted to get rid of Jane.

Although Melissa despised Florence, at this moment, she hated Jane more. She knew that Florence only harbored unrequited love.

Patrick didn't like her at all.

Melissa's biggest rival in love was Jane.

Perhaps, she could exploit Florence to win the game.

When it was time to leave work, Patrick took Jane back to Water Moon Community.

Amy had prepared a table full of dishes, all of which were Jane's favorites.

"If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave now," Amy said with a smile.

Patrick nodded, picked up a piece of beef, and served it into Jane's bowl.

Giving her a cool look, he said, "See if it tastes good."

"It's delicious."

As Jane bit into the beef, her taste buds were greeted with a crispy and smooth texture.

"You can tell Amy what you want to eat in the future."

Patrick ate dinner with great elegance. His facial features seemed to have been carefully sculpted by God. Even in the simplicity of dining, he looked dignified and flawless.

Jane seemed to be mesmerized. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

"Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me," Patrick said flatly.

Jane smiled, raised her gaze, and her eyes suddenly locked with Patrick's.

His eyes were like the deep sea, unfathomable, as if they could absorb human souls. She was increasingly struck with the realization that this man was absolutely stunning.

"Are you done ogling me?" Patrick suddenly asked, his magnetic voice making her cheeks turn red.

"I didn't!"

"I saw it," Patrick said with a chuckle.

Jane glared at him.

"If you weren't staring at me, how could you see that?"

Patrick watched Jane with raised eyebrows, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"I don't deny that you're beautiful." Jane flushed.

Why was Patrick so charming? He should be keeping his distance! The atmosphere in the dining room grew a bit tense.

Just then, Jane's phone rang at an inopportune moment.

She took it out and noticed Osborn's call.

Recalling what Patrick had mentioned earlier in the day, she hesitated to answer it.

"Why aren't you picking up the phone?" Patrick inquired in a hushed tone.

Jane cleared her throat and responded, "It's just a spam call."

The moment she finished speaking, her phone rang once more.

Osborn was calling again, persistently, as if he would continue until she picked up.

With a frown, Jane stood up with her phone.

"I'm sorry. I need to take this call."

Watching her walk away, Patrick felt somewhat deflated.

Who could be calling her? And why was she answering it behind his back?