Unexpected Fiancée
Chapter 121: Thought I Was Going To Die

Chapter 121: Thought I Was Going to Die

As soon as Jane mentioned leaving, Patrick's handsome face turned slightly cold.

Was she leaving because of his mother's words just now, or was it because...

"Jane, my mom is just like that. Don't take it to heart," Patrick suddenly approached Jane, reaching out to grab her shoulder.

His deep gaze, tinged with an unusual hue, his voice low and husky, he said, "Believe me, I will handle things with my mom, and she won't trouble you again.”

Caught in Patrick's intense gaze, Jane's heart involuntarily skipped a beat.

Taking a step back, she smiled, changing the subject. "Don't talk about this now; we should get going. If we don't leave soon, we'll be late.” Patrick's gaze returned to its usual indifference, and his thin lips gently opened. "Let's go!"

The two arrived at the airport, and Patrick, leading Jane, stopped in front of a Boeing aircraft.

“Is this your plane?" Jane assessed the luxurious plane before her.

On her birthday, Grandpa had wanted to buy her such a plane as a gift, but Jane declined because she was afraid of heights.

"Mr. Pansy, Miss North.” The captain and flight attendants stood respectfully at the door, welcoming Patrick and Jane.

“Let's go up.” Patrick held Jane's hand and led her onto the plane.

The plane soared into the sky, quickly disappearing into the clouds.

At an altitude of 100, 000 feet, Jane sat next to Patrick, her calm gaze looking at the layers of clouds outside the window.

"What are you thinking?" Patrick suddenly spoke, his voice faintly questioning in Jane's ear.

“Nothing.” Jane turned her head, meeting Patrick's deep gaze. She cleared her throat and said, “I'm wondering who might have a grudge against Pansy Group." Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Find_Nøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"We'll know as soon as we arrive in France," Patrick smiled. "Don't think too much. Have something to drink. What do you want?"

Jane thought for a moment. "Orange juice.”

Patrick called a flight attendant and said, "Bring me a glass of orange juice.”

"Of course, please wait a moment.” The flight attendant smiled.

Five minutes later, the flight attendant prepared the orange juice and handed it to Jane. "Miss North, your orange juice.”

"Thank you." Jane took the orange juice, ready to drink, but suddenly, the plane experienced turbulence, descending rapidly.

"Ah!!!" Jane exclaimed.

At the same time, the lights on the plane went out, plunging everything into darkness.

The sensation of weightlessness made Jane shudder, and the infinite darkness enveloped her with fear.

In her mind, fragments seemed to flash by.

She felt like she was falling into an abyss, surrounded by pitch-black darkness, continuously plummeting...

This feeling, so real, as if it had actually happened.

Jane reached out, trying to grab onto something, but there was nothing to hold onto.

The despairing fear spread throughout Jane's limbs and bones.

"Save me..." Jane's face turned pale, panic-stricken, she cried out. Patrick reached out his well-defined hand, tightly embracing Jane, and asked with concern, "Jane, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

Patrick's broad and warm embrace eased Jane's heart a bit. She subconsciously held onto Patrick, a hint of post-crisis grievance in her voice, "I was so scared.”

"Don't be afraid; it was just turbulence,” Patrick felt the woman in his arms relying on him, and his sexy lips couldn't help but curve up slightly.

Soon, the plane returned to calm, and the lights came back on. Realizing that she was holding onto Patrick tightly, Jane blushed. She quickly let go of him, saying, “I'm sorry, I was too out of control just now."

“It's just a little accident,” Patrick's tone was heavy, but his eyes subtly flickered with concern.

“That scared me..." Jane patted her chest, took a deep breath, and said, "I thought I was going to die."

“I didn't think you were so timid," Patrick teased, quirking the corner of his lips.

Most of the time, Jane appeared composed, calm, independent, and strong. It was rare for her to show such panic and fear.

Jane took a few deep breaths, calming her emotions. "You wouldn't know. I'm most afraid of the dark and afraid of heights. I had both just now, so, of course, I was scared.”

Patrick held Jane's hand, his deep gaze gentle yet firm. "With me here, you have nothing to fear."

Feeling the warmth of Patrick's fingertips, a warm current swept through Jane's heart.

Actually, this man was really good.

If it weren't for Candy, she thought she might accept him.

But now...

Jane sighed lightly, pulled her hand away, and spoke with a faint expression, “Thank you."

Sensing the woman's clear rejection, Patrick's gaze dimmed slightly. He turned his head, his gaze deep, his tone low, "Jane, are you really unwilling to accept me?"

Jane was stunned for a moment, then returned to her senses. "Patrick, now is not the time to discuss this issue. Have you forgotten our purpose in going to France? Pansy Group is facing difficulties now. Do you still have the mood to think about these things?"

"Difficulties?" Patrick smiled faintly, his handsome face calm and confident. "This little thing doesn't count.”

Well...

In fact, Jane didn't think this was a big deal either. It just required some effort to expose the mastermind behind it.

The rest of the journey was calm, and the plane didn't encounter any more significant air currents.

The plane landed, and Jane breathed a sigh of relief.

Jones and Bruce were already waiting for them at the airport in France. As Jane and Patrick disembarked, Bruce approached, "Hi, Mr. Huo, Miss North, long time no see.”

"Hello, Mr. Bruce." Jane greeted him with a polite smile, shaking hands with Bruce.

"Mr. Pansy, we have found out that in the warehouse of raw materials at Factory One, one of them detected substandard materials containing radioactive elements," Jones eagerly reported to Patrick.

"So, the problem lies with the raw materials?" Patrick squinted slightly. "Patrick, sorry, I also bear responsibility for this matter,” Bruce's tone carried a hint of guilt. After all, this incident occurred in France, and the products produced by the French factory were distributed by Bruce's Lady Fashion.

"Bruce, let's go and see what's going on together,” Patrick's eyes were cold and calm.

"Mr. Pansy, why don't you and Miss North go to the hotel to rest for a while? You've traveled a long way..." Jones suggested, looking at Jane, who appeared fatigued.

"No need; we're going to Factory One right away.” Jane shook her head. She was eager to know the truth.

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