Unexpected Fiancée

Chapter 49: Should I Help You With Your Bath

Chapter 49: Should I Help You With Your Bath

Jane was left utterly speechless.

"Didn't you say you would repay me for saving your life?" Patrick's expression was stern and serious, making it hard for Jane to discern the jest behind his words.

Glancing at Patrick's wound, Jane responded in a resigned tone, "Alright."

Despite her reluctant agreement, Patrick noticed the lack of enthusiasm. He took the cutlery from her with a smile, "I'm just kidding. I can manage on my own."

Jane breathed a sigh of relief. Patrick's sudden sense of humor was out of character for him. It was quite unusual.

Nonetheless, Patrick's struggle was evident as he ate with his left hand, unaccustomed to the task. He completed his meal and complimented her, "It tastes good."

"I'm glad you liked it," Jane replied, rising to clear the table.

"Leave it. Someone will take care of it tomorrow," Patrick suggested, rubbing his temples, his weariness evident. "I'm exhausted."

"Let me help you to your room so you can rest," Jane offered. Her day had been long and tiring as well. She was eager to retire early to prepare for the work she had ahead of her the following day.

Patrick agreed, and Jane went to great lengths to assist him to his room. Just as she was about to guide him onto the bed, he stopped her.

"I want to take a shower first," Patrick informed her.

Jane, her guard raised, nervously asked, "Do you need assistance with that too?"

Patrick, loosening his tie, broke into a playful smile. "Just run a bath for me."

Jane breathed a sigh of relief and proceeded to fill the bathtub to his liking. She returned to inform him that it was ready. She sat on the couch, waiting for Patrick to finish his shower and contemplating which room she would sleep in. However, she was so exhausted that she soon fell asleep on the sofa.

After his shower, Patrick exited the bathroom and noticed Jane fast asleep on the sofa, her steady breathing the only sound in the room. Seeing the opportunity, he took the time to observe her. Her skin was smooth and delicate, her eyes were a vision of perfection, and the soft light from the chandelier cast shadows on her cheeks. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Patrick's eyes softened as he bent over to lift her. Gently, he placed her on the bed and tucked her in. Then he lay down beside her.

"Teddy, let me hug you," Jane murmured in her sleep, embracing Patrick as if he were a teddy bear.

Patrick tensed. This sensation was all too familiar. He reached out and caressed her hair.

"Candy, is that really not you?"

The following morning, the sun's rays filtered through the curtains, illuminating the room. Jane awoke and sat up in confusion, greeted by a crystal chandelier overhead. She looked around and soon realized she was in Patrick's bed.

Perplexed, Jane rubbed her temples, slowly recollecting the events of the previous night. She remembered that Patrick had intervened between her and the knife. Afterward, she had seen him home, and they had dinner. Beyond that, her memories were hazy.

Why couldn't she remember anything else? Why was she in Patrick's bed? It had just been the two of them in the apartment, and she was certain she hadn't moved there herself.

Did Patrick put her to bed? Jane examined her attire, finding it undisturbed. Just then, Patrick pushed the door open and entered the room.

Seeing Jane awake and sitting on the bed, he greeted her with a faint smile. "You're awake."

"Why am I here?" Jane demanded, sidestepping his greeting.

Patrick glanced at her and shrugged. "It can get cold sleeping on the sofa alone."

With that, Jane realized Patrick had placed her in his bed.

Jane felt somewhat embarrassed. "There's breakfast in the dining room. You can go and have it. I'll be working from home today and have given you the day off. If you need anything, come to my study," Patrick informed her before leaving for his own work.

Jane checked the time and discovered it was nearly ten o'clock. Thankfully, Patrick had granted her the day off, and she decided to head to work after breakfast. She got up, went to the dining room, and was surprised to find a lavish breakfast spread on the table. She sat down to enjoy her meal.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and Jane wondered who would be visiting at this hour. Opening the door, she was met by a tall and elegant young woman, Melissa.

Melissa, wearing a white dress and carrying a mug, smiled until her expression changed upon seeing Jane. "Jane, what are you doing here?"

Jane retorted, "Why can't I be at my fiancé's place? And why did you come here so early?"

"When is my cousin?" Melissa asked, her eyes scanning the room.

Upon hearing the information from Patrick the previous night, Melissa was disappointed. It meant she couldn't see him today.

In the morning, she had cooked breakfast early, planning to bring it to Patrick's office. However, Morton had informed her that Patrick had taken a leave. Surprisingly, Jane hadn't shown up for work either.

Worried, Melissa had hurried over to Water Moon Community and found Jane there.

This meant that she had spent the night with Patrick. Ignoring Melissa, Jane continued with her breakfast. Melissa decided to make herself comfortable and walked into the dining room.

Seeing the prepared breakfast, Melissa realized that Patrick had cooked it himself. In the past, Patrick would only cook breakfast when Mike was sick to cheer him up. Yet today, he had prepared breakfast for Jane. Melissa felt a pang of jealousy.

As Jane ignored Melissa's presence and concentrated on her meal, Melissa became increasingly irate. She raised her voice, demanding, "Jane, where is my cousin?"

Ignoring Melissa's question, Jane finished her breakfast and got up. She was met with Melissa blocking her way.

"Jane, who do you think you are?"

Melissa seethed, refusing to let Jane pass. Her eyes revealed jealousy and contempt as she shouted, "You're just a country bumpkin who doesn't deserve my cousin at all!"

Recalling the time she had witnessed Melissa kissing Patrick while he slept, Jane asked sarcastically, "If I don't deserve him, then who does? You?"

"Jane, stop spouting nonsense!" Melissa yelled. At that moment, Melissa spotted a tall figure approaching the dining room.

In an instant, she screamed and collapsed to the floor. "Jane, why did you push me?"