Unexpected Fiancée

Chapter 84: You Are Jealous

Chapter 84: You Are Jealous

Patrick took a step closer, his hands bracing the wall on either side of Jane, effectively trapping her between them. His lips pursed in an icy tone, he asserted, "Jane, you're my fiancée. How dare you go on a date with another man right in front of me?"

His glacial demeanor cast a chill over the restaurant.

Staring defiantly into Patrick's furious eyes, Jane retorted without hesitation, "Well, you can spend a romantic night with Florence. Why can't I have dinner with Osborn?"

Memories of the previous night's phone call from Florence and her smug tone filled Jane with unease.

Patrick, momentarily taken aback, questioned, "Spend a romantic night with Florence? What are you talking about?"

His intense eyes bore into Jane.

"How I know what you did last night is none of your business. If you don't want people to know, maybe you shouldn't have done it in the first place," Jane replied defiantly.

Patrick's gaze remained locked on her, her beautiful eyes now filled with jealousy, akin to a wife discovering her husband's unfaithfulness.

Patrick allowed a slight smile to curl on his lips and paused for dramatic effect before asserting, "Jane, you're jealous, aren't you?"

His words were more of an observation than a question.

Jealous? Jane found the idea laughable. Why would she be jealous of Patrick, who was essentially a stranger?

"No," Jane retorted, meeting his gaze head-on. "Patrick, who are you to me? Why should I be jealous? Your relationship with Florence is none of my concern. You can have as many women as you want."

Seeing Jane's fiery reaction only fueled Patrick's amusement. His gaze lingered on her lips as they moved in fervent speech.

Suddenly, he leaned in and kissed her, effectively silencing her objections.

"Mm..."

The warmth of Patrick's lips caused Jane's heart to race. It felt as though an electric current surged through her.

She flushed, her breath caught, and for some inexplicable reason, she ceased to resist.

Patrick's kiss was like a tempest-domineering, passionate, and tender. The restaurant's atmosphere heated up as the romantic tension escalated.

After what felt like an eternity, Jane thought she might pass out from a lack of oxygen when Patrick finally ended the kiss, leaving her feeling flustered and furious.

"Patrick, you jerk!" Jane snapped, returning to reality, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and anger.

What had she been doing moments ago? Why hadn't she pushed him away?

Patrick's bright smile only grew wider as he leaned closer, whispering in her ear, "I didn't do anything with Florence. I went to the cemetery to pay respects to my father's death anniversary and got a little drunk. Florence simply offered to take me home. That's all. There's nothing more to it."

Jane was momentarily taken aback. Patrick was providing an explanation?

With regained composure, she retorted, "I'm not interested in knowing if you did anything with Florence."

However, Patrick's actions revealed his intentions as he held Jane's hand and signaled the waiter.

"Bring me a steak, please."

"But you mentioned the food here isn't good," Jane pointed out, her irritation evident.

Brandishing a knife and fork, Patrick elegantly sliced a piece of his steak and took a bite.

"Have you ever heard that people tend to enjoy a good meal when they're in high spirits? When I'm in a good mood, everything seems better."

"Good mood?" Jane questioned, her gaze skeptical. Had forcefully kissing her put him in a good mood? She narrowed her eyes and her stomach growled audibly.

Patrick chuckled at the sound, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Eat. Don't starve yourself."

Jane quickly devoured her meal, determined not to remain hungry.

Jane shifted the conversation. "By the way, what happened with Monica today? Why did she create trouble for you again?"

Patrick studied Jane closely, recalling Monica's attempt to push her into the lake and her subsequent accident, which had left her unconscious.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

However, Jane's presence at the police station had complicated matters, given the testimonies of Melissa and Merlin.

The top priority now was to gather evidence regarding Monica's plot.

Jane scoffed, "It's all because of you. Monica is infatuated with you."

Patrick chuckled. Jane was displaying jealousy again.

"What's so amusing?" Jane inquired, her scowl deepening.

"Nothing," Patrick replied, a small smile playing on his lips as he observed Jane's adorable jealousy.

Jane finished her steak quickly, and Patrick extended a piece from his plate to her.

"Try mine."

The restaurant seemed to warm with their interaction.

At that moment, Patrick's phone rang, with Morton on the other end.

"What's the matter?" Patrick answered.

"Mr. Pansy, our men have located Tom," Morton reported respectfully.

Patrick nodded and asked, "Have you discovered who ordered the accident?"

"No, sir. Tom passed away in a car crash the day after we located him," Morton replied with a tinge of regret.

The news dashed their hopes of identifying those responsible for the studio accident.

"Dead?" Patrick's gaze narrowed.

"Continue the investigation," he instructed.

"Understood."

Once the call was concluded, Jane inquired, "What's going on?"

Patrick explained, "Our men tracked down Tom, but he died in a car accident."

"Dead?" Jane found herself bewildered. The timing of Tom's death following their discovery raised questions.

Someone seemed to be manipulating events from behind the scenes, and Jane was determined to uncover the identity of the puppet master.