Unexpected Fiancée
Chapter 126: I'M Pursuing You

Chapter 126: I'm Pursuing You

Patrick's deep and unfathomable gaze fell directly on Jane's face.

His magnetic voice lingered in Jane's ears.

With a slight pause in her breath, Jane lifted her gaze, meeting his profound eyes. She quirked her lips and said, "I have no idea what you're talking about.”

Patrick smiled faintly. “I heard every word you just said."

"What did I say? You heard everything?" Jane felt a bit embarrassed and a bit annoyed, giving Patrick a glare.

This scheming man actually pretended to be unconscious!

If she had known, she wouldn't have worried so much about him. Patrick extended his well-defined hand, took hold of Jane's hand, and placed it in his palm. His other large hand joined in, tightly enveloping Jane's hand.

"You said you would do anything for me as long as I woke up. Well, I'm awake now," he spoke in a low tone. "So, are you willing to marry me?" The warmth from Patrick's hands permeated Jane's palm and back of her hand, causing an inexplicable flutter in her heart.

"Are you proposing to me?" Jane pursed her lips.

“I'm pursuing you." Patrick raised an eyebrow, and his profound gaze seemed like a captivating stream that could drown anyone.

Pursuing...

Jane's heartbeat quickened.

At this moment, discussing such matters in the hospital room was quite inappropriate.

Jane pulled her hand away, speaking coldly, "All those things I said just now are null and void. Why did you pretend to be unconscious?" "Once a move is made, there's no turning back," Patrick furrowed his brow.

Jane: ...

The atmosphere in the hospital room became awkward for a moment. After a few seconds of silence, Patrick cleared his throat. "Can you give me an answer I want in two months?"

Jane thought carefully and nodded, "I'll give you an answer by then."

A determined glint flashed in Patrick's eyes; he believed he could get the answer he desired.

"Weren't you pretending to be unconscious? Lie down quickly," Jane changed the subject. “Don't let anyone see.”

“No worries, the bodyguards are outside," Patrick said calmly.

As he finished speaking, Jane's phone rang.

Looking down, she saw it was a call from her grandfather.

Jane answered the phone and sweetly greeted, "Grandpa."

"Jane, are you okay?" Old North's voice came through the waves. Jane smiled and said, "Of course, I'm fine.”

"Are the reports in the news true?" Old North asked again.

“It's a mix of truth and lies. Grandpa, don't worry. Focus on fishing and gardening. I'll handle things here,” Jane replied.

"Why would I worry?" Old North laughed heartily on the other end. "If I'm not mistaken, Patrick, the guy mentioned in the news, faked his unconsciousness, right?"

"Grandpa, you even know about this..." Jane pursed her lips, deeply admiring her grandfather.

“I wasn't too sure, but listening to your voice tells me everything. How can someone be so calm when their fiancé is unconscious?" Old North stroked his beard and laughed heartily. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Grandpa, don't talk nonsense. He's not my fiancé. As soon as the three-month agreement is up, I'll annul the engagement with him," Jane said with a hint of shyness, half truth, and half lie.

"Alright, I'm going to water the plants,” Old North hung up the phone. Putting the phone away, Jane turned around, and Patrick's icy breath hit her.

"Was what you said to your grandfather true?" Patrick frowned. Why did this woman always bring up canceling the engagement so easily? “You'll find out later," Jane ignored the displeasure of the man in front of her and said lightly, "I promised you an answer in two months."

Just then, a knocking sound reached them.

“Lie down quickly," Jane lowered her voice.

Patrick lay down leisurely, and Jane helped him cover with a blanket. Opening the door, Jones stood at the entrance of the hospital room. "Jones, what's up?" Jane asked.

Jones glanced into the room and, with a hint of concern in his tone, asked, "How is Mr. Pansy?"

Jane lowered her eyelids, sighed deeply, and said, "Still the same, unconscious."

"What did the doctor say? When will he wake up?" Jones inquired. Jane shook her head, her face filled with sorrow, "The doctor said... the chances of him waking up are very slim."

Jones's mouth slightly lifted, barely visible. He patted Jane's shoulder and comforted her, "Don't worry too much. Mr. Pansy will be fine."

“I hope so," Jane said softly.

After a pause, Jane seemed to remember something. "By the way, have they identified the victims of the explosion?"

"That's exactly why I'm here,” Jones cleared his throat. "The identities of the two deceased have been confirmed. They were warehouse administrators. They were also the ones who tampered with the materials.”

"Why would they do that?" Jane pretended to be anxious and asked. "Well, you see, these two warehouse administrators had a consistently poor work performance. They were criticized by their superiors, and feeling discontent with the company, they wanted to retaliate,” Jones shrugged, "As for the explosion, it was entirely accidental. One of the administrators violated the rules by smoking, and a cigarette butt fell onto the compromised raw materials, causing the explosion.”

“I never expected it to be like this," Jane furrowed her pretty brows. "All this trouble for the company over a small matter."

"Now news about the explosion is everywhere online. I think it's a good idea to hold a press conference to clarify and disclose the facts to the public, to avoid suspicion about the company spreading,” Jones looked at Jane with questioning eyes. "Miss North, what do you think?"

Jane nodded in agreement, "Jones, you've thought it through. I'll leave this matter to you."

"What about Morton..." Jones pretended to hesitate.

"Morton is not familiar with the situation in France, and with Patrick unconscious, it's best for you to handle the press conference. It's more suitable,” Jane smiled faintly.

"Alright, I'll get prepared then," Jones looked at Patrick lying on the hospital bed once more before turning to leave.

"How was it? I did pretty well, didn't I?" After Jones left, Jane returned to the bedside and glanced at the man on the hospital bed.

Patrick's gaze turned cold. Since Jones was so eager, they would play along.

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