Unexpected Fiancée

Chapter 94: Tell Me About Candy

Chapter 94: Tell Me About Candy

The room was filled with Patrick's lingering scent of masculine cologne as he loomed over Jane withintense eyes.

After a moment's hesitation, Jane spoke up, "Uh... your grandpa did."

"Really?" Patrick raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Jane nodded quickly, explaining, "He wanted to imply that you were... impotent."

Patrick's face darkened, but a glimmer of desire sparkled in his eyes, perhaps due to theaphrodisiac-laden food his grandfather had served.

At this moment, Jane looked like a blooming flower, and Patrick couldn't resist wanting to pluck her.

Jane licked her dry lips, her eyes shimmering with innocence. "I didn't mean anything..."

Seductively, Patrick leaned closer, and their lips met. Jane's heart raced as she felt the strangewarmth of his kiss. She bit her lip and gently pushed him away, whispering, "I'm going to take ashower."

She hurried into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. After her quick shower, she realized thatshe had no clothes to wear.

"Patrick!" Jane called out.

Patrick's voice came from the other side of the bathroom door, and he asked, "What's up?"

Jane explained, "I don't have any clothes. Can you go to Water Moon Community and getsomething for me?"novelbin

With both hands cupping her flushed cheeks, she felt embarrassed to make this request.

"Your grandpa locked the door. I can't teleport, you know," Patrick teased, knowing that hisgrandfather was not easily swayed.

Feeling even more embarrassed, Jane contemplated calling Mike to plead with him. But before shecould do so, Patrick knocked on the door and charmingly said, "Open up."

Suspicious of his intentions, Jane cautiously opened the door, holding a hairdryer for self-defense.

Patrick handed her a bag, and she took it inside to examine its contents. It contained a new set ofwomen's underwear and a clean white shirt.

Jane noticed the oversized shirt and wondered aloud, "Why is the shirt so big, like it belongs to aman? Is it yours?"

She frowned, puzzled by the presence of women's underwear. Did Patrick often bring women here?Reluctantly, she got dressed and stepped out.

When she entered the bedroom, Patrick was taken aback by her appearance. His eyes smolderedwith passion as he gazed at her. With her wet hair and his oversized shirt, she looked incrediblysexy.

Patrick swallowed hard, and Jane questioned him, "How come you have a set of women'sunderwear at home?"

Blushing under his intense scrutiny, Jane attempted to distract him by asking, "Do you often bringwomen here?"

Patrick replied, teasingly, "Are you jealous?"

Jane demanded an answer, and Patrick cleared his throat before explaining, "I don't know aboutthat. I just found it on the sofa. My grandpa must have asked a maid to prepare it for you."

Jane was struck by Mike's thoughtfulness. She was at a loss for words.

Patrick then suggested they get some rest, and Jane pointed at the king-sized bed in the room. Shestated, "I'll sleep on the sofa. It's too small for you, and I'm used to a soft, comfortable bed."

Patrick immediately refused, declaring that she was a guest and should not be relegated to thesofa. Jane retreated to the sofa, but Patrick pulled her back and said, "You are a guest. You can'tsleep on the sofa."

When Jane ended up on the bed, Patrick whispered suggestively, "Isn't it obvious? Let's sleep in thebed together."

Before Jane could react, he lifted her and set her on the bed. Jane protested, but he silenced her,warning, "Don't even dare. If you take advantage of me again, I'll teach you a lesson you wouldnever forget."

Jane, fearful but determined, retreated to a corner of the bed and glared at Patrick. He backed off,acknowledging her anger.

As she sat on the bed, her eyes met his, and he looked at her earnestly. He asked, "Jane, have youever considered your grandfather's suggestion?"

Jane was taken aback by his question, and Patrick explained, "Don't you think we should try to workon our relationship?"

In the past, Patrick had assumed Jane was just another gold digger after his wealth. But over time,he had come to realize that she was different. She was independent and hardworking, and hecouldn't help but admire her beauty. He also felt an inexplicable desire to protect her.

Jane took a deep breath and replied, "I have a question for you, Patrick."

"Sure, go ahead," he said, somewhat surprised by her sudden seriousness.

Jane asked directly, "Do you love Candy?"

The twinkle in Patrick's eyes dimmed, and he realized he hadn't thought about Candy as muchrecently. After a moment, he replied, "What exactly do you want to know?"

Jane continued, "You love Candy, don't you?"

Without beating around the bush, she confronted him. Patrick's response was hesitant, "I don'tknow. I used to, but things have changed."

Jane looked into his eyes, seeking the truth. "So, you don't love her anymore?"

Patrick admitted, "I can't say for sure. My feelings are complicated."

Jane pressed further, "But you've thought about her recently?"

Patrick nodded, "Yes, I have."

Jane acknowledged his honesty, saying, "I appreciate your honesty, Patrick."