Unexpected Fiancée

Chapter 125: Will You Marry Me

“I'l go in and check on Patrick," Jane eagerly said.

"But Morton said no one can enter without his orders," the guard hesitated.

They knew Jane was Patrick's fiancée, but since Morton instructed them, they faithfully kept Jane outside.

After a moment of thought, Jane took out her phone and called Morton. Hearing the ringtone, Morton glanced down, saw it was Jane, and pressed the speaker button.

"Miss North, is there something?" Morton asked.

Jane's voice, filled with anxiety and concern, came through the phone, "Is Patrick awake?"

"No," Morton looked down at Patrick, who was lying comfortably on the bed, and calmly replied.

Not awake?

A wave of disappointment hit Jane, and she bit her lip, “I'm still worried about Patrick. Can I go in and see him?"

Every word of Jane's plea reached Patrick's ears.

The corner of his attractive lips couldn't help but lift into a mysterious curve.

This woman still cared about him.

With a questioning look, Morton glanced at Patrick.

Seeing Patrick nod slightly, Morton spoke, "Please wait a moment." Morton opened the door, and Jane's petite figure stood at the entrance. Smiling, Morton said, "Please come in."

"Miss North can come and go freely in the future.” Morton turned to the guards.

"Is Patrick okay?" Jane's gaze focused on the man lying on the bed, still strikingly handsome even in his "unconscious" state.

With closed eyes, hearing Jane's caring voice, Patrick's most tender place on his left chest seemed to be gently tickled by feathers.

“The CEO is fine, and his condition is stable,” Morton said, pursing his lips.

“I thought I heard him speaking just now," Jane stared at Patrick intently, as if she had indeed heard his voice.

"No, it was me talking on the phone," Morton quickly shook his head. "Oh, I see," Jane said, somewhat disappointed.

Morton looked at Jane, then at Patrick, and said, "Miss North, since you're here with him, I'll head back. If you need anything, you can instruct the guards at the door. They're all the CEO's trusted aides.” Since Jane had arrived, it was better for him not to be a third wheel here.

"Thank you," Jane faintly smiled at Morton.

Morton turned and walked out of the room, closing the door.

However, deep down, he couldn't help but think, did the CEO really fake his unconsciousness just to expose the mastermind? Perhaps he just wanted to make Jane worry.

Sitting at the bedside, Jane silently watched the man lying in bed, her mood exceptionally heavy.

Waves of fatigue washed over her, and finally unable to resist, Jane sat on the bed and fell asleep.

The room was very quiet, with only the faint sound of breathing lingering.

The man who had been in a coma slowly opened his eyes.

Patrick's clear and indifferent gaze, when it fell on the woman sleeping at the bedside, involuntarily softened, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

Patrick gently stood up, took a thin blanket from the bed, and covered Jane with it.

In a daze, Jane murmured, "Patrick, you'll be fine."

A warmth enveloped Patrick as he glanced tenderly at Jane's face. Her delicate and petite face showed signs of weariness, with slightly pursed pale lips reflecting the fatigue from the recent hectic days. The relentless hustle had undoubtedly taken its toll on her.

Patrick bent down slightly, placing a gentle kiss on Jane's smooth forehead. "Everything will be over soon.”

Early the next morning, sunlight streamed through the glass windows, casting a glow on Jane's face.

She woke up with a start.

To her surprise, she found herself covered with a blanket.

She vaguely remembered falling asleep in a haze last night. How did the blanket get here?

Could it be Patrick? Was he awake?

With a mix of excitement and hope, Jane looked towards the hospital bed.

But the man lying there still had his eyes closed, unconscious.

Her heart sank a little.

Memories of the moments spent with Patrick flooded Jane's mind. His protection, care, and risking himself to shield her from the ceiling-all these thoughts swirled in her head.

"Patrick, you can't be in trouble. Please wake up soon. I'm willing to do anything for you as long as you wake up," Jane whispered with a hint of redness in her eyes.

"Anything? Are you willing to marry me?" Right when Jane was lost in her thoughts, a clear voice, as familiar as a melodious tune, echoed in her ears.

Patrick!

It was Patrick's voice!

An uncontrollable joy surged through Jane's heart. She looked towards the bedside, only to see the man who was previously unconscious now opening his eyes.

"Patrick, you're awake?" A genuinely radiant smile lit up Jane's face. Her anxious heart finally found relief.

Patrick was awake!

He finally woke up!

Fantastic!

A faint curve appeared on Patrick's lips as he arched an eyebrow. "Do your words from earlier count?"

"What words?" Jane was momentarily confused, only to realize what she had said.

Meeting the seemingly playful gaze of the man before her, Jane suddenly grasped the situation. Annoyed, she glared at Patrick and pounded his chest with both hands. "Patrick, you were pretending!" Patrick's large hand caught Jane's hands, pressing them against his chest. "Jane, can't you feel my heart beating for you?"

Touching his firm muscles, Jane's face involuntarily turned red.

Did this man have to be so flirtatious?

Jane took a deep breath, composed herself, and adopted a cold expression. “Patrick, why did you pretend to be unconscious?"

"What do you think?" Patrick retorted, gazing at Jane with intensity. After contemplating for a moment, Jane said, "In fact, you already have an idea about who orchestrated this explosion, right?"

Patrick nodded indifferently, “I suspect it's Jones, but I don't have evidence yet."

Understanding, Jane continued, "So, you pretended to be unconscious to make Jones think his plan succeeded. When he takes the next step, you'll expose his true colors?"

Patrick, however, diverted from the topic, looking deeply into Jane's eyes. "Were those words you just said true?"