Unexpected Fiancée
Chapter 111: Challenging His Limits

Chapter 111: Challenging His Limits

In the dance floor, with the music pumping and the crowd dancing fervently, no one noticed the sudden commotion in the corner of the bar.

The man in the red shirt is a notorious thug in this area, nicknamed "Ron." He frequents the bar, always on the prowl for attractive women.

As long as he sets his sights on a woman, she never escapes his clutches.

Ron had his eyes set on Jane, considering her an earthly goddess, hoping to enjoy a passionate night. However, he didn't expect to have his head smashed by Jane.

A throbbing pain echoed in his head, completely infuriating Ron. He shouted at his nearby subordinates, "Why haven't you come over yet?"

Several burly men immediately approached Jane.

"Grab her!" Ron, holding his head, glared fiercely at Jane. "Damn whore, dare to hit me! Tonight, I'll make you regret it!"

Jane frowned, her expression calm and composed.

Dealing with Ron and his lackeys, a total of four people, should be more than manageable for her. One of Ron's henchmen, eager to prove himself, rushed towards Jane, attempting to seize her. Jane seized the opportunity, launching a powerful kick straight into his body.

"Ouch!" a pig-like scream echoed as the man fell to the ground, unable to get up.

"Useless! Can't even handle a woman!" Ron, both angered and humiliated, waved his hand. "All of you, attack together!”

At Ron's command, the group lunged at Jane.

In this critical moment, a cold, authoritative male voice rang out.

"Stop!"

The clear, magnetic voice, rich with authority, made those surrounding Jane involuntarily pause. Ron hesitated, then angrily asked, "Who the hell are you to interfere?”

A tall and imposing figure emerged from the dark corner. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Against the backlight, Jane could see that the newcomer was Patrick.

Dressed in a black suit, almost blending into the night, Patrick's handsome face exuded a cold, intense gaze. "Touch my woman, and you dare?"

Patrick's woman?

Ron's face changed. After clearly seeing who the newcomer was, his arrogance immediately dissipated.

"Mr. Pansy... Mr. Pansy, I didn't know she's your woman. My bad, I didn't recognize this lady. Please, forgive us..." Ron and his subordinates kneeled on the ground, begging for mercy.

"Get lost!" Patrick's thin lips lifted slightly, chillingly uttering a single syllable.

Ron and his subordinates immediately scurried away, terrified.

Jane placed the bottle she had been holding down and looked at Patrick with a furrowed brow. "Patrick, what are you doing here?"

Patrick grabbed Jane's arm, pushed her towards the sofa, and leaned over her. His icy gaze fixed firmly on her. "Is this your definition of having something to do?"

Not letting him follow her, she comes to a bar and gets into a fight with a bunch of thugs?

If he hadn't arrived in time, wouldn't Jane have been bullied by these people?

Doesn't this woman understand what danger is?

Facing his cold gaze, Jane pursed her lips. "You've been following me? Didn't I tell you not to follow me?!"

"I..." Patrick's eyebrows furrowed. Originally, he wanted to say, “I'm worried about you,” but it changed to, "I was discussing business and happened to pass by."

"That's quite a coincidence.” Jane clearly didn't believe his explanation. She pushed Patrick away. "Stop crowding me; I'm going back.”

For some reason, she suddenly felt uncomfortable all over.

This feeling... didn't seem right.

Patrick stood up, pulling Jane along and stuffing her into the car. He stepped on the gas, starting the car and heading towards Water Moon New City.

On the dance floor, Nana and Carl returned to their seats after finishing their dance, only to find Jane missing.

"Where's Jane? I'll give her a call.” Carl looked around, unable to find Jane.

Nana held his hand, about to grab his phone, and pointed to the exit where Patrick and Jane disappeared. "Looks like my necklace found its owner.”

Curious, Carl asked, "What necklace?"

Nana smiled slyly, "It's a secret.”

Sitting in the passenger seat, Jane felt increasingly unwell.

Her whole body was uncomfortably hot.

What's going on? This feeling is like having taken something.

Could it be that someone tampered with her drink?

It was Ron!

Jane carefully recollected; it must be Ron who spiked her drink when she went to the bathroom. Feeling regretful, Jane opened the car window, massaging her temples, trying to calm herself down. How could she be so careless!

The cool breeze blew on Jane, but it had little effect. Jane felt her head getting heavier, and the intense heat all over her body became more pronounced. It felt like she was on fire, craving someone's touch desperately.

"Patrick..." Jane involuntarily leaned toward him, grabbing Patrick's arm.

Patrick's body swayed, and he glanced at Jane, saying, "Don’t move; I'm driving."

"Stop the car quickly. I... I need to go to the hospital.” Jane tightly held Patrick's arm, her chest heaving violently.

"Jane, what's wrong with you?" Patrick quickly noticed something was off with Jane.

She grasped his hand, and it was burning hot.

Her originally fair face turned as red as a boiled shrimp, her clear and watery eyes now seductive and hazy...

Patrick squinted slightly, concerned. "Were you drugged?”

"Yes." Jane nodded with the last shreds of her sanity. "It's... that Ron just now."

Patrick quickly pulled over to the side of the road, carrying Jane to the back seat to lie down. "Rest for a moment; I'll call a doctor.”

"It's hot, so hot... I feel so hot..." Jane pulled her dress, revealing a glimpse of her cleavage. Patrick's breath hitched, quickly placing his hand on her. "Don't move recklessly.”

"I feel so uncomfortable...” Under the influence of the drug, Jane gradually lost her rationality, feeling intensely hot all over.

In front of her, the man seemed like a cool spring, refreshing and comfortable. Jane ignored everything and pressed closer to him.

Jane's soft body pressed tightly against Patrick, causing a reaction in his body.

The woman in front of him, wearing only a silk skirt, was heated due to the drug, covered in sweat. The skirt was soaked, clinging to her, outlining her alluring curves, irresistibly sexy.

Patrick couldn't help but swallow hard.

He was a man!

A strong, robust man!

The woman in front of him, in this state... it was like challenging his limits.

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