Female Novel
Chapter 95: Jane And Candy
Chapter 95: Jane and Candy
Patrick fell into silence. He opened the bedside table drawer, picked a cigar, and ignited it with alighter. He sat there, enveloped in a cloud of smoke, his expression a mixture of cold detachmentand a touch of sadness that creased his brow. Patrick smoked the cigar until it had burned down tothe end.
"Candy... She was with me when I was kidnapped as a child."
Kidnapped? Jane furrowed her brow, recalling that Patrick had mentioned his kidnapping multipletimes before.
"Jane, have you ever been kidnapped?"
She remembered thinking those questions were odd and impolite back then. Now, she wondered ifPatrick saw her as Candy or a substitute for her.
Patrick's expression darkened as he delved into his painful past.
"The kidnappers targeted me, and Candy was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. Wewere both locked up in a cabin somewhere, spending several days in the darkness."
"How did you manage to escape?" Jane inquired, her voice thick with emotion. She wanted tounderstand what Patrick and Candy had endured.
Patrick's handsome face contorted as he recounted, "Candy fell off a cliff to save me."
He didn't want to dwell on the past; the memories were too painful. He had been powerless to saveCandy, only watching helplessly as she disappeared into the abyss. Candy had never been heard
from again, but Patrick hadn't given up hope. He'd been searching for her ever since but had foundnothing.
Jane fell silent, the realization of the tragic nature of Patrick's past with Candy settling in.
Candy had risked her life to save him. She might even be dead. Patrick's inability to forget her nowmade sense.
"Do I resemble Candy?" Jane suddenly asked.
Patrick was taken aback. Candy was just a child when these events occurred, and his memories ofher appearance were vague. What he remembered most about Candy was the warmth she hadradiated, an unforgettable sensation. When he was alone with Jane, it felt like she was Candy, notdue to physical resemblance but because Jane exuded a similar faint fragrance and gave him thatsame warmth.novelbin
"You share some similarities," Patrick admitted.
Jane couldn't shake an uncomfortable feeling. She now understood why Patrick had been soprotective of her in the past, willing to put himself between her and danger, or go to great lengths tohelp her when she was falsely accused by Monica.
He had asked, "Don't you think we should work on our relationship?" because he saw her as areplacement for Candy.
Jane took a deep breath, realizing her situation. She looked at Patrick and spoke firmly, "Patrick,listen to me. I am Jane, a unique individual. There's only one of me in this world. I won't be anyone'ssubstitute. My future husband must love me unconditionally. I won't marry someone who sees meas a replacement. So, it's impossible for us to be together."
With her resolute tone, Jane got up, grabbed a blanket from the bed, and went to the sofa to liedown.
The firmness in her voice reverberated in Patrick's ears as he watched her.
It was late at night, and both Jane and Patrick had a sleepless night. Jane lay on the sofa,pondering the past month with Patrick. He truly was an exceptional man, just as her grandfatherhad promised. He was talented, handsome, capable, and highly regarded in the city. However, hisheart belonged to his childhood love, Candy.
Jane was always a perfectionist, especially when it came to love. She would never be a substitutefor someone else, no matter how exceptional the man was. Patrick's heart belonged to Candy, andthat was a fact Jane couldn't change.
In the morning, Jane and Patrick both looked exhausted as they left the room. Mike, who was in acheerful mood, noticed their tired expressions when he opened the door for them.
"None of the dishes went to waste," Mike muttered, giving them an ambiguous smile. "You two needto control yourselves."
Jane was left speechless. She couldn't comprehend what was on Mike's mind. As she arrived at theoffice, she couldn't stop thinking about the story of Patrick and Candy. If Candy was the womanPatrick loved, Jane was determined to help him find her. She sent a message to Anthony.
"Please help me investigate someone."
Anthony responded promptly, "Who?"
"A girl who was kidnapped with Patrick ten years ago. Her nickname is Candy."
"Ten years ago? Do you have any other information, anything else?"
Jane replied, "That's all I know. Please get back to me as soon as possible."
Anthony, however, seemed helpless. "Okay."
Jane was confident in Anthony's abilities. In the past, he had always been quick to complete anytask she assigned. However, this time, Anthony didn't respond for a long time.
Jane waited until it was late at night before calling him. "How is the investigation going?"
"I couldn't find anything."
Jane was taken aback. How was it possible that Anthony, who was known for his exceptional skills,couldn't find any information?
Anthony sounded guilty and filled with self-doubt. "I'm sorry, Ada. I tried my best, but... I reallycouldn't find anything."
"Maybe it's because I'm not skilled enough. Ada, maybe you should try..."
"Okay, I understand," Jane replied and hung up the phone. Frowning, she wondered what kind ofgirl Candy was and what had happened that day. Most importantly, why couldn't Anthony find anyinformation about her?