Unexpected Fiancée

Chapter 62: A Sudden Kiss

Chapter 62: A Sudden Kiss

"Following her?" Patrick snorted, dismissing Jane's accusation. "Why would I follow you?"

Jane examined the photo again, revealing her and Osborn in the cafe. If Patrick hadn't taken this picture, who had? While she was there, she had overheard someone arguing with the cafe's waiter. Osborn had explained that one of his fans had taken their photos without permission. But what was the fan's motive? Moreover, Osborn had assured her that he had deleted all the pictures. This situation seemed more complex than it appeared. Whoever had sent the photo to Patrick clearly had ulterior motives. She needed to dig deeper into this.

However, when Jane didn't provide an answer, Patrick's expression turned icy. He gave her a cold glare and questioned, "How do you explain this photo?"

Jane, with an impassive expression, retorted, "Explain? I don't owe you an explanation."

Patrick's antagonistic attitude gave the impression that she had cheated on him. She was free to meet whomever she pleased. Patrick wasn't her husband. Why was he questioning her? Jane snapped back, "Why are you questioning me?"

"Because I'm your fiancé!" Patrick blurted out abruptly. Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Fiancé? Did he truly consider himself her fiancé? That was merely a nominal status. Patrick was becoming too involved in her personal life. Jane offered a sarcastic smile and said, "It's just a nominal title."

Patrick's handsome face darkened as he swiftly extended his hand and wrapped his fingers around her wrist. Jane felt a sharp pain and was taken aback. "Isn't it?"

Her nonchalant response seemed to irritate Patrick. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her, catching Jane off guard. She tried to question his actions, but her words were swallowed by his passionate kiss. This kiss was different, intense, and commanding, as though he aimed to consume her.

Patrick was not typically an impulsive man. He had remained unaffected by women for years, even when Florence had attempted to seduce him. But Jane had a unique power to provoke his emotions. What had she done? Were Melissa and his mother's claims accurate, that Jane enjoyed seducing men? The image of Osborn holding Jane's hands flashed through his mind, intensifying his kiss. He wanted to convey that he was her fiancé through his actions.

The sudden, intense kiss left Jane bewildered. Patrick had gone from being as cold as ice to fiery passion in an instant. Her mind went blank, and her heart raced. Patrick's kiss was exceptional, leaving her spellbound. She attempted to push him away by placing her hands on his chest, but that only seemed to ignite his passion further. His hand unbuttoned her coat and ventured inside, causing a surge of heat to envelop her.

"Enough, Patrick!" Jane suddenly came to her senses and slapped him across the face. The office's temperature seemed to drop several degrees in an instant.

Patrick felt a sharp stinging pain on his face, instantly extinguishing his desire. He released Jane, his eyes filled with disbelief. She had slapped him just for kissing her. The first time he had kissed her, she had bitten him aggressively. Now, after their passionate kiss, she had slapped him hard. Did she detest his kiss that much? She seemed perfectly comfortable with Osborn and Carl.

Why was she so cold and ruthless toward him? Was she playing hard to get, or did she truly dislike him? Patrick scowled, his expression severe. "What? Are my kissing skills not as good as Osborn's or Carl's? Does my kiss bother you so much?"

Jane was taken aback. What was Patrick talking about? How could he insult her in such a manner? She glared at him, her lips curling into a sardonic smile. "Patrick, you bastard! I like Osborn and Carl. So what? You like Candy, don't you? You have the freedom to like another woman, but I'm not allowed to like other men?"

Candy... Patrick's face twitched slightly. How could she accuse him of kissing another woman? Jane noticed Patrick's surprise and sneered, "After what you just did, do you even deserve Candy?"

With that, she turned on her heel and left. Patrick watched her retreating figure, feeling upset. What was wrong with him? Why did he lose his temper and kiss her so passionately when he saw her with another man? Even though Jane reminded him of Candy, she was not Candy. Stunned, Patrick looked at his left hand, contemplating the soft body he had touched just moments ago and the romantic images that had flashed through his mind.

"Damn it!" Patrick slammed his desk in frustration, rattling it. The sharp pain radiated through his body, finally extinguishing the lust that had taken hold of him. Perhaps Jane was right. He couldn't betray Candy.

Jane, still trying to make sense of the situation, hurried back to her desk. She touched her flaming face, taking a few deep breaths as her racing pulse gradually returned to normal. What had Patrick meant by his actions? One moment he was interrogating her, and the next he was kissing her passionately, as though he were a man who had just discovered his wife's infidelity, full of jealousy. Could Patrick be jealous? But that seemed impossible. The only person in his heart was Candy.