Unexpected Fiancée

Chapter 139: If You're Okay, Then I'm Okay Patrick knocked on the door, but the bathroom door was locked from the inside.

"Jane, are you in there? What's going on?," Patrick asked in a low voice.

With no one answering, Patrick grew worried about Jane's safety and forcefully slammed open the door.

When the door to the bathroom opened, Patrick saw two French men lying on the floor, pale and pained.

Jane stood with her arms crossed, looking down at Annie who had fallen to the ground.

"Jane, what's going on?" Patrick took a long stride and walked over. Patrick was a little confused in his mind. He originally thought that Jane was being bullied, but he didn't expect to see such a scene.

"Oh, it's nothing," Jane turned around and said in a casual tone. "What's wrong with your neck?" Patrick asked with a slightly concerned look, his gaze falling on Jane's neck.

When Annie held a knife against Jane's neck just now, she left a thin red scratch that is barely noticeable unless you look closely.

Originally, Jane didn't notice it, but after Patrick mentioned it, she also felt a little pain in her neck.

"Hisss," Jane made a light scoffing sound and rubbed her neck. "It's nothing."

“I'll take you to the hospital and have a look," Patrick's tone carried a hint of concern.

"No need, it's just a little scratch on the skin. It will be fine in a few days," Jane rubbed her forehead slightly.

Wasn't Patrick at the auction? How did he suddenly come over here? “It's better to go to the hospital just in case," Patrick said with concern, his deep gaze fixed on Jane's neck.

When Florence arrived, what she saw was such a dazzling scene. She knew that Jane was coming to the charity dinner today, and specially asked Annie to ambush Jane in the bathroom, and also arranged two strong men to kidnap Jane.

I didn't expect these people to be so useless, all of them were knocked down by Jane.

Florence glared angrily at Annie, thinking to herself that they were incompetent and incapable of handling even a woman like Jane, despite having so many people on their side.

Annie glared at Jane with hatred, suddenly stood up and picked up the dagger that had fallen to the ground. With all her strength, she fiercely stabbed towards Jane.

"Jane, you shameless bitch, go to hell!" Annie, her face contorted, shouted angrily.

Jane had her back turned to Annie and didn't notice her sudden outburst.

As soon as Jane realized what was happening, Annie's knife was like a gust of wind, stabbing straight towards her.

He stared at the bruise on Jane's neck with a heavy heart when he suddenly caught a glimpse of Annie lunging at her with a knife. Patrick instinctively blocked the dagger with his hand, which cut through his clothes and grazed his arm. He grunted in pain but managed to save Jane from harm.

Annie was taken aback by Patrick's sudden move to protect Jane and froze for a moment. The knife fell to the ground with a thud.

"Patrick, are you okay?" Jane's forehead furrowed in concern as she noticed his bleeding arm.

“I'm fine." Patrick frowned and looked deeply into Jane's eyes before lowering his head slightly. His sexy lips brushed against her neck as he said, "As long as you're okay, I'm okay."

Jane blushed at the man’s flirtatious words. What was he thinking? It wasn't appropriate given their situation.

"You're bleeding," she said quickly, averting her gaze from him.

The hotel staff rushed in upon hearing the commotion outside and apologized profusely for their negligence while carrying away the two burly men who had caused trouble earlier. Annie had already fled during all this chaos.

“Your arm is still bleeding; let me help you bandage it." Jane asked for a first aid kit from one of the staff members before leading Patrick to rest in another room while Florence tried to follow them inside but was stopped by Jane at the door.

"My fiancé is injured; it's not convenient for me to entertain you," she said coldly before slamming shut the door on Florence who narrowly avoided getting hurt by it.

Florence seethed with jealousy outside; how lucky could that woman be? She vowed that next time there wouldn't be any escape route for her rival!

Inside, only Patrick and Jane were left alone in silence when suddenly he took off his shirt!

Patrick was the kind of guy who looked slim in clothes but had a great body when he took them off. Jane couldn't help but feel her face flush as she scolded him, "Patrick, why are you taking your clothes off for no reason?"

"If I don't take my shirt off, how can you help me bandage my wound?" Patrick smiled slyly at Jane and pointed to the cut on his arm.

Jane sighed. After all, it was Patrick who got hurt saving her. She narrowed her eyes and deliberately avoided looking at certain areas as she applied iodine to his wound.

Seeing Jane's flushed face and cautious movements made Patrick's lips curl up involuntarily.

After much effort, Jane finally managed to bandage Patrick's wound properly. "Okay, put your shirt back on now!" She grumbled while organizing the first aid kit.

With graceful movements, Patrick put his shirt back on and handed the cat that he had been holding tightly over to Jane. "Jane, this is for you. Please don't refuse it anymore." His tone was firm and unwavering. Jane's heart trembled inexplicably at his words. The scene where Patrick risked himself to save her from getting stabbed earlier flashed through her mind once again.

This wasn't even the first time that he had saved her life - during an explosion in a warehouse before this incident happened or when Monica tried to stab her with a knife - each time without hesitation or second thoughts.

Did he really only see her as Candy's replacement?