Unexpected Fiancée

Chapter 133: Friendship Above, Love Below. Patrick fell silent.

He lowered his gaze, expressionless, toying with the umbrella in his hands.

His silence was the best answer.

Jane's heart began to sink, spreading with a bitter taste.

In the small space, silence prevailed, and the atmosphere grew awkward.

The Ferris wheel slowly started its descent.

As it was about to stop, Patrick suddenly looked up.

His eyes, as deep as the night, were earnest as he said to Jane, "Candy is already in the past. Right now, I want the woman to spend my life with to be you."

His voice, like celestial music, echoed in Jane's ears.

Jane's heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

She pursed her lips, casually asking, "Really?"

"Yes," Patrick nodded faintly, his tone imperceptibly tinged with anticipation. "So... can we reveal the answer in advance?"

"No," Jane coquettishly raised her lips, smiling at the man beside her. "Two months means two months."

Patrick's answer just now surprised Jane.

Although it was the answer she wanted to hear, was he speaking from the heart?

Can he really let go of Candy?

That has been Patrick's obsession for so many years.

Jane was skeptical, but a small joy was budding in her heart. Perhaps, with a little more time for each other, a better understanding, she could see more clearly what he truly loves in his heart-whether it's Candy.

Patrick sighed helplessly. "Okay."

Descending from the Ferris wheel, the two walked side by side on the amusement park's road.

The night was quiet.

Streetlights cast long shadows of the two, a picture of peaceful times. Now, what exactly was their relationship?

Jane tilted her head, thinking carefully.

Perhaps, it could be described as friends above, but not yet lovers. “Late, let's go back." After a whole day of walking, Jane felt a bit tired. The two returned to the hotel. Just as they entered the lobby, a woman in a rosy dress walked straight toward Patrick. "Patrick, are you okay?" Jane looked up, furrowing her brows slightly.

Florence?

When did she come to Paris?

Patrick glanced at Florence expressionlessly and said calmly, "Why is it you?"

"Patrick, you don't know how worried I've been these days." Florence stared at Patrick with passionate eyes. "Seeing that you're fine, I can finally rest assured.”

Seeing the unreserved admiration for Patrick in Florence's eyes, Jane stepped forward, holding Patrick's arm, and smiled with a hint of irony. "What's it to you if my fiancé is fine or not?"

“I'm also concerned about Patrick.” Florence glared at Jane fiercely, full of unwillingness.

Why could this country bumpkin be so intimate with Patrick!

"Patrick, let's go." Jane didn't want to pay attention to Florence anymore, so she directly pulled Patrick into the elevator.

Florence followed behind Patrick and Jane, seeing them enter two separate rooms.

Florence's eyes flickered.

It seems that Patrick doesn't like Jane very much, or why would they stay in two rooms?

Jane must have seduced Patrick persistently.

This country bumpkin is just a little prettier, right? She only knows shamelessly seducing men.

Compared to her, Florence, she's far inferior!

Jane returned to her room and enjoyed a relaxing hot bath.

Steam wafted through the bathroom as Patrick's words echoed mysteriously in Jane's mind.

"At this moment, right now, the woman I want to spend my life with is you."

A subtle smile curled up on Jane's beautiful lips as she put on her pajamas. Her gaze fell on Patrick's suit nearby.

Jane wanted to return the suit to Patrick.

Just as she opened the hotel room door, Florence's coquettish and shy voice suddenly came, "Patrick, I came this time to discuss the cooperation plan between the Doyle Group and Pansy Group." Despite Florence's persistent efforts to get her brother to hire her at Pansy Group, there had been no response for a long time.

Since Patrick and Jane arrived in France, Florence couldn't resist anymore. She secretly took Peter's cooperation plan and, under the pretext of discussing cooperation, came to Paris to find Patrick. Through the crack in the door, Jane saw Florence in a rosy, low-cut short dress. Her cleavage was subtly visible, and her loosely flowing hair adorned her shoulders. Her face displayed delicate makeup, clearly a carefully prepared appearance.

"Is that so?" Patrick faintly hooked his lips.

"Of course! I even brought the proposal. I don't know if you have time tonight; we can discuss it together.” Florence said, casting a seductive glance at Patrick.

Patrick leaned against the door frame, his sharp eyes slightly squinting. In the corner of his eye, he caught a displeased Jane standing at the entrance of the adjacent room.

He involuntarily raised his lips and gave a faint smile.

Florence, however, misunderstood.

She thought Patrick was smiling at her.

Looking at the handsome and elegant man in front of her, Florence's heart raced.

She knew that Patrick would appreciate her beauty tonight, especially after she had dressed up.

As long as she seized the opportunity and put in a little more effort, Patrick would be hers for the taking.

Overwhelmed with joy, Florence took a step forward, wanting to get closer to Patrick. "Patrick, how about we go to your room and have a good chat..."

Before she could finish speaking, Patrick sidestepped, and Florence, losing her balance, fell to the ground.

Jane couldn't help but chuckle.

Holding Patrick's clothes, she walked over, looked down at the disheveled Florence, and said, "Miss Doyle, why do you like lying on the ground?"

"Jane, you!" Looking up, Florence saw Jane's mocking expression, and her face changed.

She quickly got up from the ground, glaring at Jane with anger. "Patrick, your clothes were in my room just now.” Jane deliberately said to Patrick with an affectionate tone, a hint of shyness, and a touch of coquetry, igniting wild thoughts.

Patrick's clothes were in Jane's room. What exactly had the two of them been up to?

Florence, unwilling and jealous, couldn't understand. Why didn't Patrick look at her properly? What did Jane have that she didn't?

Moreover, Patrick, right in front of her, tenderly held Jane's hand, and the two walked straight into Patrick's room.

"Patrick, about that proposal..."

Florence spoke unwillingly, but before she could finish, the door slammed shut.

With tightly clenched fists at her sides, Florence's eyes flashed with a hint of gloom.

Jane, you bitch!

I will not let you off the hook!